Gamzee decides to take Rose’s advice to heart. It’s a little hard finding panties that fit his awkward hips but he finds them eventually and decides that those alone are just too plain. They’re lacy, and bright purple, sure. But not enough! So he also finds himself some stockings; they’re a pleasantly light purple and fit just right. He finds himself looking in the mirror with a smile. Obviously, Dave is going to love this. Rose knows him pretty well, and was very helpful when Gamzee asked some vague questions. He’d bought a little shirt, too, which he thought fit pretty comfortably and looked good. Will Dave think so too??? He hopes so.

OK. Having all the undergarments arranged neatly on himself (at least how he guessed they were supposed to look,) Gamzee steps towards the bedroom door. He is ready. Ready to impress. Ready to blow his matesprit away.

Boom. Door is open. He boldly steps towards Dave, kind of cocking his hip when he comes to a stop. Hands on hips, like the magazines.