[...but. He does wait. He even gets dressed, after a while. Fucking puny human body, it can't take the fucking cold at all. It's annoying. Gamzee has explored the town in detail, by the time Karkat arrives. Would arrive. Is the motherfucker even going to show at all?
His face hurts. And his fingers. And his toes, though he keeps wiggling them inside his shoes. He's tired and cold and pretty damn miserable, on the brink of working up a fantastic rage, as the hours go by. He's nosed around his backpack for food, but he's long done with what he found there. He's not even nibbling on Drowzee anymore.
Gamzee's sitting by the docks, Drowzee in his lap, not unlike a certain puppet. Fucking cold. Fucking human shit. Fucking Karkat, if he doesn't show up.]
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[...but. He does wait. He even gets dressed, after a while. Fucking puny human body, it can't take the fucking cold at all. It's annoying. Gamzee has explored the town in detail, by the time Karkat arrives. Would arrive. Is the motherfucker even going to show at all?
His face hurts. And his fingers. And his toes, though he keeps wiggling them inside his shoes. He's tired and cold and pretty damn miserable, on the brink of working up a fantastic rage, as the hours go by. He's nosed around his backpack for food, but he's long done with what he found there. He's not even nibbling on Drowzee anymore.
Gamzee's sitting by the docks, Drowzee in his lap, not unlike a certain puppet. Fucking cold. Fucking human shit. Fucking Karkat, if he doesn't show up.]