[Gamzee laughs again at the kiss on the cheek, and pats Maxim's hair fondly, marveling at the rise of purple sparks where he touches the other boy, like fairy dust or something. Then he smiles with great, lazy affection. His pupils are wide, very nearly blown, turning the indigo into thin coronas around the black.]

I am so motherfuckin' high right now. So I am pretty much completely fine as fine as cherry wine, bro, except Maxim is being so motherfuckin' right. You want some?