Gamzee Makara.

Today. The highblood. Gamzee. He is sitting on your bedroom floor with his legs crossed, that eerie smile on his face. You walk behind him and sit on the bed, placing a bucket full of hair tools and shampoo nearby, and grab hold of his hair Gamzee: "mOtHeRfUcKeR.." he grunts, reaching for his slimepie; you begin to handle his hair roughly, taking a spray bottle with water and spritzing a bit on his hair to smooth it out Gamzee: "hOw lOnG iS tHiS gOnNa tAkE, mOtHeRfUcKeR?" he begins to rock back and forth while humming a melody.