.: Reader x Sober!Gamzee: Moirailigence Fluff :.

"Gaaaaaaaamgaaaaaaaaaaaam-"

Your name is ___ ___, and you have a tendency to call your moirail, Gamzee Makara, Gamgam.

Well, or Gamgam with various amounts of stretched vowels.

You and he were at the park, and, as far as you were concerned (what, being on a swing and all), he was nowhere to be found.

"Yeah bro?" Gamzee's call answered you.

You looked around your environment:

Trees, bushes, grass for miles, a sidewalk, children playing on slides n shit...

No Gamzee.

"...ARE WE DOING HIDE AND SEEK AGAIN?!"

"Maybe. (o:"

"Goddamnit-" you muttered, hopping off the swing you were on to look for your clown-of-a-moirail.

You, right away, searched through some bushes nearby in hopes he was obvious before realizing his horns would have made him stick out like a sore thumb.

And then you remembered something else.

You were chatting through wireless headsets.

You heard Gamzee chuckling.

"What?" you asked as you walked a trail.

"Nothin bro, you're just lookin through the wrong things."

And then he honked.

Joy.

You looked through a wooded area thoroughly, moving around more bushes and looking up trees.

No indigo-blood.

"Gamzee, this is ridiculous." you hissed into your mic.

"Ya know what else is ridiculous?"

"What?"

"Slammin a faygo." he said. You heard him sipping a beverage. Wow.

"Truly stunning." you muttered crossly, leaping through more bushes and shit, looking even in a trashcan.

"Give up?" he said after a while.

"Never." you responded.

Where oh where could clown-child be?

No bushes, no trees, no trashcans...

After five more minutes of searching, you groaned and sat on a rock, looking over the kids playing around.

You put your mic on mute with a smirk, standing up to walk over to some of them.

"Have any of you guys seen a gray guy with swirly horns walk around here? Maybe wearing a headset like mine?"

Some of the kids pointed to the trail, where a few droplets of purple liquid were in a pattern.

"He was laughing and said something like 'do you know what else is ridiculous' then sipped that faygo thing." a dude said.

You smiled and nodded. "Thanks!"

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"Gamzee. I swear to god."

"Honk~"

"Gamzee no."

"Honk honk~"

"GAMZEE-"

"Honk honk honk~ Heh, you're cute when all mad n' shit, ____."

You blushed and averted your eyes with a shake of your head.

"Thanks but no thanks. Please tell me, Gamzee, why you made me follow you ALL THE WAY TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PARK AND BACK TO THE SWINGS!?"

"I thought it'd be fun. (o:"

"TO MAKE ME GO INSANE?!"

"Honk~"

You groaned and facepalmed, looking at Gamzee before giving him a quick peck on the cheek and papping him. "Shoosh."

"Heh, okay bro. We should do it again sometime."

"Ohhh I'd rather not..."

"Oh?"

"That was insane, Gamgam."

A sly smirk strode onto Gamzee's face. "Right... No hide n' seek."

"Right."

Awkward silence ensued, and you narrowed your eyes.

Gamzee reached out and papped your cheek.

"You're it~!"

And then he ran off.

"Gamgaaaaaaaaaam!"