[Gamzee doesn't usually pair up with Equius in potions, for one reason or another - probably partially because their styles are so wildly different, since the Slytherin is usually all natural instinct and sticking whatever in the cauldron for happy accidents, and Equius is ... not. But there are times when the taller boy gets in a mood, when he feels like fucking with something, and then he attaches himself onto the other boy with a vengeance.

It's been much of that, today, little subtle digs and casually substituting ingredients just to see what Equius will do. Of course, now they have some concoction that's not quite what was required of them. Gamzee tastes it anyway, because it might be something mind altering - and it is! Sort of.

All of a sudden he can hear another voice in his head, a familiar voice, and he turns to Equius, raising his eyebrows.] Speak up, motherfucker, you're mumbling.