Out of habit, Gamzee attempted to flip out his clubs when Rose mentioned a fight, only to remember that he didn't have them in this place. (The night before had been an exception.) Undaunted, he instead pulled out his clown horn, holding it in one hand as though it was equally as dangerous. It wasn't, but surely it was better than holding nothing.

"So we're stickin' them shiny motherfuckers all up in their shape-patterns on the door there, right?" Despite the image he normally gave, Gamzee didn't actually miss everything. Just many things. And he had an odd tendency to pay attention when you least expected it.

It helped that he'd gotten lost in staring at this place before.