[Gamzee thinks it's funny, how his two friends express themselves so differently, but basically mean the same thing in the end. He drops his bag on the bed, then scoops the bottles of booze out of Tavros's lap, flashing a mellow, lazy smile just for him before setting the two bottles on the table.

Then he takes a few steps over to Karkat, in that dancing way he has that manages to look both silly and oddly graceful, and taps the Gryffindor lightly on the chin.]

It's got the thing which we motherfuckin' need most, which is that no other motherfucker be here.