Gamzee, meanwhile, slipped down so he was seated with his back against the door, head tilted back. He turned it just slightly enough to keep an eye on L. He didn't honestly care much for the cat's fate, just that L remained himself for a time.
The act of resonating was never a strain for him. It was the act of dragging his partner into his mindscape that had done it, and continuing to converse with him while simultaneously acting awake in the outside world. The troll thumped his head back against the door a couple times, horns scraping wood, in order to keep himself focused now.
"You know where, motherfuker." To him. To the one Gamzee should have killed a long time ago. "And come back to me when you done your share of purrbeast greets. I got something to fuckin' give you." It sat in his other pocket still, as he'd meant to give it back during his visiting session.
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The act of resonating was never a strain for him. It was the act of dragging his partner into his mindscape that had done it, and continuing to converse with him while simultaneously acting awake in the outside world. The troll thumped his head back against the door a couple times, horns scraping wood, in order to keep himself focused now.
"You know where, motherfuker." To him. To the one Gamzee should have killed a long time ago. "And come back to me when you done your share of purrbeast greets. I got something to fuckin' give you." It sat in his other pocket still, as he'd meant to give it back during his visiting session.