Gamzee's in the oxygen garden, staring at nothing, looking at everything, glazed over eyes not quite focusing on one single target before it flits away. They do, however, focus on the blonde coming towards him.
Gamzee is a troll, and it's obvious he's an alien right from the get-go: gray skin with white face paint on, yellow eyes, and long horns that jutted out vertically. His hair was a mess and otherwise, he looked pretty much like an average teenage boy. An average teenage stoner, anyway, because he's got polka-dotted pants on, a shirt with the Capricorn symbol on it and a grin that proudly states he has no idea what's going on.
"Heeeeeeey." His voice fluctuates in volume, but the grin stays the same.
"We're foot buddies." He raises his own feet--sure enough, purple chucks had been tossed to the side, and he wiggles his toes.
(oxygen garden)
Gamzee is a troll, and it's obvious he's an alien right from the get-go: gray skin with white face paint on, yellow eyes, and long horns that jutted out vertically. His hair was a mess and otherwise, he looked pretty much like an average teenage boy. An average teenage stoner, anyway, because he's got polka-dotted pants on, a shirt with the Capricorn symbol on it and a grin that proudly states he has no idea what's going on.
"Heeeeeeey." His voice fluctuates in volume, but the grin stays the same.
"We're foot buddies." He raises his own feet--sure enough, purple chucks had been tossed to the side, and he wiggles his toes.
"It's a motherfucking miracle."