who: gamzee makara
where: espoir
style: any is coo
status: open like i all just freshly cracked open a bottle of-- k i'm done
The troll with the long, elegant candy-corn horns is splayed out on the grass (probably somebody else's lawnring for all he knows!) and shielding his face with his arms. The sun, it burns us!
But... not really?
He realizes it's not so searing hot as he had been informed by his friends and lusus, and lets his arms fall from his face, which are now just draped awkwardly across his chest. At this realization, he laughs in a honking sort of manner, and sighs happily.
"It's a motherfuckin miracle, yo," he says to no one in particular. He's no stranger to himself and strikes up conversation frequently when the time feels right, and if it feels all right up in his heart, he's gonna do it. "The sun's so motherfuckin' beautiful. Never even all got my realization on about it until now."