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Or It Was But Then It Transformed Into A Dreamwidth When I Wasnt Looking
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[Setting out in her prettiest pink dress yet she protests to Gamzee on her way out the door:]

As If You Think Im At All Pretty

PrEtTy As A mOtHeRfUcKiNg PiCtUrE.

[But he'll be waiting with a horror novel and Trollight.

And a pile.]

Dont Patronize Me
;)

[She's been texting him too much.

But in she goes.

And makes herself comfortable in the pile I guess. Kanaya, no.]

[He gives her a big dopey smile and hands over the book.

This feels nice, up and sharing a pile with somebody. All kinds of good weird ~~wrong. so WRONG~~ feels up in him.]

There you all get at!

[She takes it with a thin but unmistakable reciprocal smile. ~~you should read up on your history instead of poring through that godawwfull sunny rubbish~~] Thanks. [She wishes she knew a subcultural phrase for that. ~~kan stop~~ It'd make time with Gamzee even more fun. ~~fickle dirtscrapin landhag~~ Because it sure is. ~~get wwith the program fussyfangs~~

She's not lonely right now, as she curls up and prepares to read, though not with her face buried in it, exposing her eyes to exchanging pleasant glances with him.

~~kan wwhat the fuck are you doin~~]

[Is this how it should be? Warm and not alone and all bursting up with ~~horns are wrong her color is wrong. OF COURSE HER COLOR IS WRONG YOU FUCKING IGNORAMUS~~ friendly feelings.

The book is even good, all righteous scary and shit, but he doesn't get much read because he keeps looking up and checking to see if she's ~~changed~~ still there and he smiles and spends a few moments just watching and kind of spacing out before he remembers to read again.]

[Kanaya is pretty impressively wrapped up in Trollight! ~~Landdwellers and seadwellers alike will both die.~~ It almost seems like she temporarily considers herself a genuine resident of planet Tined Utensils. But that would be silly because she's no Troll Bella Swan, and where on or off Alternia could you find a highblood who holds up to Troll Edward Cullen's powerful, dangerous aristocracy and carefully crafted emotional theatrics? ~~i figure if youre going to pacify any brinesucker wwho sneers at other trolls a funny wway you might as wwell make it official and be mine right~~ Nowhere, that's where.

And so she reads on like her life depended on it. ~~Life is so overrated, it's an illusion, and a prelude to the main event.~~ Before long she's making nary the stop for even reciprocating Gamzee's attentions. ~~you dont actually think purples got anything on vviolet do you this is as basic as shit gets kan~~ Perhaps she should share a particularly charming quote with him at some point, or remark on how much he seems to have (not) read... after next chapter.]

[Well when she stops reciprocating so much he starts reading a bit more and actually starts getting more into it.

Of course he also wiggles and squirms to be more comfortable and might end up a little closer. Nothing wrong with that, right?]

[That... is okay sure! It takes her thirty seconds to even notice.

...soon after which she kicks off her shoes? For comfort?

~~Your conciliatory solicitation just seems really indecent~~]

[He looks tickled at that and toes off his own shoes, and socks too for good measure. There's a little sigh as he stretches his toes and then he goes back to the book, kind of half-humming a little tune under his breath.]

[Her own feet look bare but aren't: She wears sheer gray stockings about half her days and this is one of them.

.........................................and also Kanaya may be very, very stoically and awkwardly initiating a game of footsy.]

[Gamzee doesn't notice the first touch, and lets out a surprised laugh when it happens again.

His own attempt is much more relaxed, but a little clumsy, like he's never tried this before and isn't quite sure how it works.

Still, it's obvious he is enjoying the physical contact, enough to distract him from his own book.]

[Kanaya approaches the whole affair about as seriously as a high-level game of Troll Dance Dance Revolution, though fortunately not as vigorously: It's as if she expects that a certain set of inputs will give her a certain score, and she looks slightly disappointed and uncomfortable when it doesn't. Within sixty seconds she begins to awkwardly taper off.]

[He notices her discomfort and stops trying to respond, giving her a lost look. Kind of like a puppy "what did I do?" look.

After a few moments he finally speaks up.]

Sis?

[She's already gone back to her book, meaning that hearing herself being called makes her eyes flick up from it towards him.]

Yes?

Got a face all up on you that's not kicking good feels.

[He's concerned, okay.]

[Sh-sh-she's not sad. Look. She will scootch closer. That will make her feel better.]

Maybe not. I'm all up in--[Exasperated sigh.]

[He's got some wicked confusion kicking in his pan.

but.

But, scooting closer is a thing. A nice thing even. Maybe.]

Just be letting the bad up and get some oozing on all out of your pan. Can't be all getting your graspers up wound in it all tight like.

[She exhales deeply, but her hands curl into fists without her noticing.] Gras... pers. Understood.

[Very little oozing is actually going on.]

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Shhh, get some relaxing on. Kick that tight right up and out all of you.

[And then he reaches over and tries to rub at her hand--an awkward, clueless attempt to massage the tension out.

Probably all but useless, but it's the thought that counts, right? Right?]

There's not much kicking I can do when I only have one pair of shoes.

[She whimpers to herself a little bit, but her hand curls under his in a way that sloppily mimics what actual pacification is like, and though her reaction is visually somewhat exaggerated for effect... relaxing. Right.]

[He laughs a little and settles down again. The exaggerated relaxation is apparently enough to soothe his worries.]

That's the way it's all being. Got some better feelings up in you now, sis.

Better feelings-- [Dollhive moirails. How's the next part supposed to go? She's reading from a script. But it's not from her pumpbiscuit at all, and she can't bring herself to say the lines quite right either.]

Yes, it's just so much better when it's like this. You and I. Being friends.

[He both completely misses the woodenness and feels it himself. It's good. It's nice. But it's not good. It's starting to creep up out of the bottom of his pan that there's just something... dead. Cold. Fakey fake.

He ignores it because it still feels good. Just not good. And just good is good enough, isn't it?]

Being up the best sis and bro what ever there was being.

[Hr lips definitely twitch in a momentary grimace before that's deliberately repressed and replaced with a closed-mouth smile. To cover she silently raises her fist, in a bunp-seeking fashion.]

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