[Naturally, one moirail would be dogging Karkat's steps, his indigo-gaze shifting along the interior. The pale, ghostly faces were spied, and his lips coiled back to bare the full brunt of his fangs. Fortunately, it didn't seem as though they intended to meddle, leaving Gamzee to reluctantly pull back and lengthen his pace until he was at Karkat's side.]
What we up and motherfuckin' gonna do, my palest of brothers? [Anywhere with Karkat was good enough for him. Sure, it made him a little more clingy than not, but Karkat didn't seem to mind none.]
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What we up and motherfuckin' gonna do, my palest of brothers? [Anywhere with Karkat was good enough for him. Sure, it made him a little more clingy than not, but Karkat didn't seem to mind none.]