ᑕᗩᘉᗪϒ ᒪᗩᘉↁ - A Trickster!stuck roleplay Accepting!

[will o' the wisp]

"Your eyes are beautiful.."

[tolkien quitting]

Dirk felt his cheeks heat up, but ignored the sensation. He rested his elbows on his lap and rested his chin on balled fists, "Uh, well," he cleared his throat, "thanks, I can say the same fer yours." He then replied.

[will o' the wisp]

His indigo eyes locked with the Texan's orange ones. "Can I kiss you, Dirk?"

[tolkien quitting]

Dirk gulped down a lump in his throat, his tongue flicking over his chapped lips. Instead of answering Gamzee, he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to the juggalo's, closing his eyes for a moment before pulling away, "Mm." He murmured, "that what you wanted?" He asked playfully.

[will o' the wisp]

Gamzee purrs and pulls him closer. "Yeah." He gently kisses him again.

{{OH THE SHIPPING!}}

[tolkien quitting]

Dirk smirked slightly and pressed his lips against Gamzee's with a bit more pressure, shutting his eyes again. It was a weird feeling, Gamzee purring. It sent vibrations through his lips and made him chuckle lightly, pulling away, "D'you always purr like that?" He asked.

[will o' the wisp]

"When I have a miracle, yes." He says softly, pressing his lips to Dirk's chin.

[tolkien quitting]

Dirk chuckled again, "A miracle, eh?" He questioned, quirking a brow playfully at Gamzee. Slowly, his hands settled on the juggalo's hips lightly, giving a gentle squeeze.
{{ WB sorry .-.

[will o' the wisp]

((It's fine, heehee.))

The Juggalo raised a brow and playfully nipped his shoulder. "Be my matesprit?" He asked hopefully to the male.

[tolkien quitting]

Dirk returned the quirked brow, "I'm guessin' a matesprit's one a them quadrants, right?" He asked curiously. He wasn't introduced to the trollian quadrants and hadn't understood them much properly. Kesmawhatsit, Auspiwhatever, Moirdohickey and apparently Matesprit. He didn't even know what they all meant.