[ oh— that is good. gamzee’s already up and more than halfway toward the sink by the time he’s given an official yes, drowning sorrows and paint away where you usually wash your food dishes. this is fine. a bit of rubbing and blublublub later, gamzee’s reaching around for anything to dry off.
shelf? washcloth? he’s grabbing whatever feels as such before putting it back where it belongs, walking over to jamie with a freshly cleaned face. it’s a weary sort of an attempt at smiling, but he gives one, patting his back. ]
. . . Thanks, for all this hospitality you’re chuggin’ at me.
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shelf? washcloth? he’s grabbing whatever feels as such before putting it back where it belongs, walking over to jamie with a freshly cleaned face. it’s a weary sort of an attempt at smiling, but he gives one, patting his back. ]
. . . Thanks, for all this hospitality you’re chuggin’ at me.