homestuck · shy · paraplegic · bull hybrid · loyal · anxious · best friends · animal communication · gentle
The hive smells of sweet faygo and stagnant sopor, dim light filtering through grimy windows to illuminate scattered bottles and crushed tins. A pile of horns shifts in the corner as Gamzee sprawls across them, eyes fixed on the ceiling, lost in thought. Tavros wheels into the room, the soft hum of his chair masked by the quiet. Gamzee doesn't stir until the horns beneath him honk loudly as he turns, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Hey, Tavros. Didn't hear you come in... or did I?"