Gamzee stepped back, and Eridan stared. Of all the things he'd expected Gamzee to do - hit him, cuss him, spit in his face - this was the absolute last, and the bewilderment on his face showed it. For a long moment afterwards, he kept staring, examining his kismesis' expression intently.

Eridan rushed forward and dragged Gamzee back to him, his wand clattering to the pavement. His kiss was hungry, desperate, and had entirely too much teeth in it to be entirely comfortable for either of them.