[It was easy enough to find Gamzee when he was playing his pan flute. He was the only satyr whose playing was distinguishable from a distance. Well, okay. Not the only one. Grover's playing was recognizable, too, but for completely different reasons.
Rose was out for a walk, searching for somewhere quiet to read since her usual spot had been overtaken by a bunch of the other kids playing down at the lake. And while this wasn't exactly quiet, it was peaceful sounding so she decided to join him.]
I presume it's no bother to you if I sit here and read while you play.
[Of course it won't be a bother, she knows Gamzee well enough to know this is one chill dude who wouldn't mind any sort of company. It was just her expressing a common courtesy. She didn't wait for his reply before sitting down with her back against one of the trees.]
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Rose was out for a walk, searching for somewhere quiet to read since her usual spot had been overtaken by a bunch of the other kids playing down at the lake. And while this wasn't exactly quiet, it was peaceful sounding so she decided to join him.]
I presume it's no bother to you if I sit here and read while you play.
[Of course it won't be a bother, she knows Gamzee well enough to know this is one chill dude who wouldn't mind any sort of company. It was just her expressing a common courtesy. She didn't wait for his reply before sitting down with her back against one of the trees.]