[ Tavros couldn't keep the smile on his face either; they were being painfully fake with each other, and he's not sure if he can keep it up. Okay, just a little longer? Maybe-- if he kept smiling, somehow Gamzee will forget his little confession, and this whole confrontation will be nothing more than a blur in his think pan. Wishful thinking.
He looks over at Gamzee and that expression on his face. It was somehow upsetting and truth to be told-- he was growing a bit ... annoyed? Not necessary on Gamzee, mainly on his self and this situation in general. He was truly regretting opening his mouth and saying all that shit; he was over the stage of being miserable about it and now more on the seething side.
Still, he didn't hesitate as he approached the highblood, dragging a chair to his side before settling close enough for their knees to touch. Soon after, he crossed his arms against the table, leaning to rest his chin down, staring ahead in low lashes.
... Can they please stop pretending now? It was so fatiguing and draining. He didn't want to pretend that upsetting his best friend is something worth ignoring. Honestly, he never thought that he would see Gamzee again, but somehow he made his way into this tower, alive, and a chance was presented to him. A chance to thank his brother for being such a good friend to him in all those sweeps. He didn't know how long he's going to stay in this place, but this is certainly not the way he wanted to spend it.
Fuck this, really. ]
If you want to yell at me, I'm totally fine with it. In fact, I really think you should.
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He looks over at Gamzee and that expression on his face. It was somehow upsetting and truth to be told-- he was growing a bit ... annoyed? Not necessary on Gamzee, mainly on his self and this situation in general. He was truly regretting opening his mouth and saying all that shit; he was over the stage of being miserable about it and now more on the seething side.
Still, he didn't hesitate as he approached the highblood, dragging a chair to his side before settling close enough for their knees to touch. Soon after, he crossed his arms against the table, leaning to rest his chin down, staring ahead in low lashes.
... Can they please stop pretending now? It was so fatiguing and draining. He didn't want to pretend that upsetting his best friend is something worth ignoring. Honestly, he never thought that he would see Gamzee again, but somehow he made his way into this tower, alive, and a chance was presented to him. A chance to thank his brother for being such a good friend to him in all those sweeps. He didn't know how long he's going to stay in this place, but this is certainly not the way he wanted to spend it.
Fuck this, really. ]
If you want to yell at me, I'm totally fine with it. In fact, I really think you should.
[ He muffled against his arm. ]