Tavros lets out a tiny, almost-squeak as he's hoisted up and set back down with a clank against the stone. He pulls himself as deep into the alcove as he could to make room for Gamzee. Setting their snake baby down out of the way, he turns his attention back to where it's supposed to be.

He chews on his lip, face turning brilliant shades of red already and they haven't even done anything yet. It's clear he's nervous. No amount of love spellery could change first time makeout jitters. "I think maybe, you wanted to kiss me?"