[ dave did the miracles. gamzee hums as he continues the work on john’s face, brushing up on the thicker colors before taking a thinner brush to get the details. here we go man . . . almost done. ]
That he’s interested in my entertainment for the big day even though he ain’t the matrimonial type. [ gamzee, with free a hand to his chest, looks honored. ] I’ll give my heart to it.
First of all, I had no idea he even considered being matrimonial, period. Second of all what kind of entertainment are we talking here? Because I cannot think of a lot of weddings that hire unicyclists. No offense.
[ WINK. after a few moments of silence in getting john’s face ready, gamzee plays with his lip piercing and finishes the details. once he’s done, he pulls out his phone and switches the camera forward for john to see his new face. ]
Well, there’s music? Reggae, reggaeton, dub, rap, mariachi, jukebox mode and acts from the calavera-clowns from Carnival Kush. My band.
[He's promptly distracted by music first and foremost so he doesn't look into the camera yet.]
You have a band made of clowns. Really? [His gaze shifts though and suddenly his eyes widen as he looks at himself.] Holy shit. [...holy shit????] This...looks really cool.
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It’s you . . . ! [ he touches his face. gently. it’s all painted white and black right now, still in the works but . . . gamzee whispers: ]
He said you was his heart doctor.
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...I mean I suppose that doesn't surprise me at all, but what else did he say? [He's too calm about this weird bullshit, but whatever!!]
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That he’s interested in my entertainment for the big day even though he ain’t the matrimonial type. [ gamzee, with free a hand to his chest, looks honored. ] I’ll give my heart to it.
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[ WINK. after a few moments of silence in getting john’s face ready, gamzee plays with his lip piercing and finishes the details. once he’s done, he pulls out his phone and switches the camera forward for john to see his new face. ]
Well, there’s music? Reggae, reggaeton, dub, rap, mariachi, jukebox mode and acts from the calavera-clowns from Carnival Kush. My band.
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You have a band made of clowns. Really? [His gaze shifts though and suddenly his eyes widen as he looks at himself.] Holy shit. [...holy shit????] This...looks really cool.