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You felt your blood boil at the sight of the sopor-stoned indigo-blood zoning out next to you. How dare he; stand so close to you and pull you in deeper into these flushed feelings. You really shouldn't have been thinking that, considering he was a highblood and could probably kill you at any moment. But-just-how dare he be so insufferably adorable-
“Hey, sis! I didn't all up and motherfuckin’ notice you.”
“Oh really? Well, I totally didn’t ‘all up and motherfuckin’ notice you’ either!”
“Huh, that’s funny. Thought one of us probably would’ve noticed the other sooner or later.” You gritted your teeth. He wasn’t allowed to be that stupidly cute!
“Well, Makara, maybe a highblood like you should pay more attention to his surroundings!”
“Sis, you know I don’t give a motherfuck about the hemospectrum. Hell, i’d be cutting out some pretty good matesprits if I did.” Was that a wink?
“What do you mean by that?” You snapped at him angrily.
“Woah sis, chill out!”
“Chill out? Can’t you see how AMAZINGLY chilled I am right now? I’m downright freezing. Go ahead, touch me.”
Fuck.
A blush erupted over your face as he lightly laid a hand on your cheek.
“I dunno sis, you feel pretty motherfuckin’ hot to me.” Then he smirked. “Look pretty motherfuckin’ hot too.” He looked out into the distance for a moment. “I’d better get going. See ya around, sis.”
You watched as he walked away.
You laid in your bed, your mind wandering to the capricious troll once again.
“He’s too dumb to realize my feelings. Heck, he’s probably too dumb to realize his own, if he has any.” You thought back to the conversation you two had earlier.
“Wait a minute...’Look pretty motherfuckin’ hot too’?” Something in your brain clicked.
“GAMZEE MAKARA!”
You stomped up to him the next day, fuming with rage or sexual tension (you hadn't quite sorted out which).
“A PICKUP LINE? A HALF-ASSED PICKUP LINE?”
“Hey, sis, you motherfuckin’ got it!”
“Ugh, don’t play with my feelings like this! I know you don’t like me in that way, Gamzee!”
“Why would you motherfuckin’ think that?”
“B-because what if people judge you for having a matesprit who’s blood is so much l-lower than yours...”
A tall frame wrapped it’s lanky arms around your body.
“Sis, don’t be sad. If they think that way then i’ll motherfuckin’ scare them away with my ‘highblood abilities’.”
“But-”
“_____, how many times do I have to tell you that I don’t care about my blood color? Like I said yesterday, I would lose a lot of good matesprit opportunities if I did.” He paused for a minute. “‘Specially you, I can’t lose you.” He spoke lazily, resting his chin on the top of your head. He suddenly pulled you up so his level, supporting you with his arms. You swatted his cheek gently.
“What the motherfuck was that for, sis?”
“For not admitting your feelings earlier.”
You pulled him into a kiss, pushing your lips together hungrily. You stayed like that for a while until your air supply was running short.
“That was for having them.” You murmured quietly, resting your head on his shoulder. Gamzee chuckled.
“It’s hard to imagine not, sis.”