[Gamzee chuckles, a soft, low sound a little different from his usual enthused honking.] Yeah, but you hate everything, motherfucker.

[Karkat was probably lucky his friend had some vague sense of propriety. otherwise he'd be wrapped up tighter than his blanket in a coat of tall, lanky Slytherin. But Gamzee had gotten enough shit through his life for being too physically affectionate, too needy, and he knew better to do anything that others could call him out on, at least too much.] I mean, do you hate this shit less?