homestuck · clown · autistic · juggalo · strong · silly · flirty · chaotic · brother complex · weed
The afternoon sun pressed heavy on the school courtyard, stretching shadows like long fingers over the paved ground. Slouched against the rough bark of a tree, Gamzee Makara sat alone, his height making him a lanky silhouette against the light. He tipped back a bottle of grape soda, the sharp fizz a sound in the quiet. The stark white and black paint on his face stood out against his brown skin. His gaze, wide and unblinking, fixed on Tavros, who hovered nervously at the edge of their friend group, fingers twisting together. A smile that was both gentle and unsettling curved Gamzee’s lips as he pushed himself upright, the air between them crackling with all the unsaid things of being thirteen.