It was a cold winter's day the first time they had really had a conversation. Snow flurried around the school yard and basketball courts. It was too cold to play in or to be out for that matter. Though the cold was bitter to most, one figure sat upon the bleachers facing the courts. He shuddered against the cold but sat strong, watching the snow fall onto the concrete. This would have been a snow day if they snow had started earlier, but even so the school board was discussing sending everyone home early.

The boy on the bleachers hoped so, he'd rather sit in his small apartment or go to work, rather than sit alone at school. He had no friends so he'd rather be alone elsewhere. He shuddered once more and sunk down into his scarf. He really needed to invest in a winter coat, or any coat for that matter. A t-shirt and some jeans are not warm at all.

The small adolescent wrapped his arms around himself and looked around the lightly snow covered courts. His eyes fell on a tall, messy haired boy that was walking across the concrete to him. He knew who he was. That was Gamzee, the local druggy. None of the kids in school hung out with him because he was a part of some gang and did some sort of brain numbing drug any chance he got. He was nice though. No matter what he pumped his system full of or no matter if he came to school with a gun hidden in his trousers, he was nice, especially to the bench boy.

"Yo Tavros!" Gamzee called out as he walked over. Said Tavros jumped a little at his name being called and he sunk lower into his scarf. Gamzee may have been nice, but it still didn't erase the fact that he was a part of a gang and had a mussed up brain due to the drugs he pumped into his system. The small boy tried not to speak to him as much as possible.

The lanky teen climbed the bleachers and plopped next to Tavros, a goofy smile on his paint smeared face. He always seemed to wear some form of half assed clown make up or something. He said it was something about mirthful massiahs. Tavros never really got the concept of it so he just ignored it.

"So my little motherfuckin bro, I up and got you somthin for an early Chrismahannaquansika present." Gamzee said as Tavros opened his mouth to protest, but shut it as Gamzee took off his very large purple jacket and slung it over the boy's shoulders. It smelled like marijuana, popcorn and hot wings. To anyone else this would smell rancid and unattractive, but Tavros couldn't help but blush as he smelt the way to familiar scent of the larger male.

"Y, your, um, coat…uh I can't take your coat Gamzee…." Tavros said in protest, even though he automatically wrapped himself up in the warm, smelly, purple thing.

"Yeah you can man. I know you don't have yourself a motherfuckin warm coat for the season of freezen so you can up and have mine. Cuz you're my best bro remember? I can get myself another warm as fuck coat, but you up and can't cuz you're up and on a budget. So you get mine. Sorry it's a lil big on your motherfuckin small ass but you look motherfuckin cute in it at least." Gamzee praddled on, the dumb smile he held never once faltering or leaving his long, gaunt face.

Tavros listened to him, not really hearing all of the slurred words that left his thin lips. The drawled words seemed to fly in through one ear, bounce around a little and fly out the other, leaving Tavros with a soft blank expression. He loved listening to him talk. He knew he shouldn't like him as much as he did. Gamzee was "dangerous" and Tavros knew that, and that fact had stopped the two from hanging out on a multitude of occasions.

Gamzee had stopped talking a few minutes ago and looked over Tavros with a quizzical look," you up and ok motherfucker?" Gamzee asked in a kind voice. He had reached his hand out and rested it on Tavros' shoulder during the lull.

Tavros looked at the hand then looked into Gamzee's blood shot eyes. He blinked at him and began to worry his lip ring between his teeth. As he chewed on the metal, a grin spread back across Gamzee's face and he took his hand off of Tavros' shoulder and stood, shaking some snow off of his shoulders," you don't have to tell me nothin. Keep the jacket. Be warm lil bro. You sure as hell deserve it." He hopped down the bleachers and pulled a cigarette from his unruly hair, followed by a lighter from his pocket. He lit the fag as he walked and stuffed the lighter away back in his trousers.

Quickly Tavros stood, he watched Gamzee walk his uneven gate, the small teen hopped one benched lower and called out to him," Gamzee!"

The lanky boy turned and blew a cloud of smoke out of his nose. It mixed with his breath as he replied," yeah bro?"

"Thanks…." Tavros whispered out, unable to call out to the tall boy.

Gamzee smirked, knowing exactly what the little mohawked boy had said to him. He waved a little at him and brought the cigarette back to his lips, puffing out another cloud as he turned and continued out of the courts. The snow blowing around his gangly body, making him look almost surreal as he disappeared into the soon to be blizzard.