[Excuse you! That was beautiful poetry about asses, he'll have you know!]
[Equius guides Gamzee to the room they share, then gently slips out of Gamzee's grip.]
Have a seat on the bed. I'll get my notebook out.
[Equius calls up his sylladex, which he may or may not have been tinkering with to make it work like Darkleer's (spoiler alert: he totally has), and carefully combs through it until he finds the book he's looking for. It's old, and battered, and its cover is made of scratched, dented metal.]
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[Equius guides Gamzee to the room they share, then gently slips out of Gamzee's grip.]
Have a seat on the bed. I'll get my notebook out.
[Equius calls up his sylladex, which he may or may not have been tinkering with to make it work like Darkleer's (spoiler alert: he totally has), and carefully combs through it until he finds the book he's looking for. It's old, and battered, and its cover is made of scratched, dented metal.]
Are you ready?