[Gamzee normally isn't burdened with an excess of energy, far more like to physically schlop places in as much as that is a possibility. Now however, his skin prickles with locked up energy, thrumming under his hide as if he got a troop of marching bugs underneath his epidermis. It is like all those worries and nerves he did not allow himself to feel during those few days Karkat was gone have all come out in full force, taking command of his body. He spends the elevator ride up to the island fumbling with invisible lint on his shirt, bobbing a little on his feet, unable to really keep his mind on any of the miraculous fish getting their swim on outside. They are colourful motherfuckers, and any other time he'd be pleased as pie to squish his face up against the glass sides of the elevator and get his see on, but right now the fish aren't Karkat and Karkat is the one thing what he wants to see.
When the elevator hits the top, he makes in a straight line for the beach, sightbulbs sweeping left to right, searching for one very familiar frame, and once he has spotted it, well... Gamzee can be quick, even if it ain't something he gets to being very often. His sneakers hit the sand just a few times between him and Karkat before he tumbles into him with a grunted honk, and a low laugh, his skinny arms winding around him like a vice. He presses his face against Karkat's hair, narrowly avoiding putting his eye out on one of his nubs, breathing in deeply.]
Fuck. Fuck, ain't you a sight for sore motherfuckin' sightspheres, brother.
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When the elevator hits the top, he makes in a straight line for the beach, sightbulbs sweeping left to right, searching for one very familiar frame, and once he has spotted it, well... Gamzee can be quick, even if it ain't something he gets to being very often. His sneakers hit the sand just a few times between him and Karkat before he tumbles into him with a grunted honk, and a low laugh, his skinny arms winding around him like a vice. He presses his face against Karkat's hair, narrowly avoiding putting his eye out on one of his nubs, breathing in deeply.]
Fuck. Fuck, ain't you a sight for sore motherfuckin' sightspheres, brother.