Artistically beautiful

Gamzee x Reader

You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw him laying on the bus stop bench fast asleep. A giant troll curled up on the bench under the bus stop shelter. You haven't really encountered a troll before let alone one as big as him. His legs are pushed against his chest otherwise they'd be dangling off the bench. He has magnificent horns and white paint masking his flawless face. You are absolute captivated by him.
He's beautiful.
You pull out your sketch book and lucky pencil from your bag and sit on the curb. You take a good look at him for a minute before going to work, sketching the bus stop outline and then him. You're about half way done with drawing him when you spot the bus. You pack up and stand up like nothing ever happened. You don't really want this troll to think you're some sort of creepy stalker because you totally aren't. You watch him stretch and only then realize how tall he really is. Probably a good 6' something.
You watch him bored the back of the bus and watch him sit a few rows in from of you, his horns almost scratching the roof of the bus when he walks. You force your attention back to your sketchbook and flip to a clean page. You sketch him sitting there, staring out the window in thought. He glanced to you, making eye contact for a moment. You silently squeak and look back at your sketchbook in your lap. The whole bus ride you sneak glances at him, quickly sketching him trying to perfectly copy the scene in from of you. Your stop came to soon and you hurriedly scrambled home.
The next day you come to the bus stop he's there again. Curled up fast asleep almost in the same position as yesterday. You won't let the chance pass you! Even if it's a little creepy.
You've finished the sketch for the most part, needing to touch it up here and there. You're never been more glad that you come early or you'd never get it done. You stand up and wait under the bus stop shelter. You hear shuffling and force yourself not to look at the troll.
"Any motherfucker got the time?"
He says to no one in particular, but you two are the only ones there. You pull out your phone.
"Um it's 7:20" you say quietly and return to awkward silence. Well it wouldn't be so awkward except neither of you are saying anything and all you can think of is him sleeping.
"You know you coulda just asked motherfucker"
"Hm?" You say put off by his swearing, but his tone seemed relaxed.
"Im not motherfuckin' stupid you know. I saw you sketching me"
You felt your face heat up and look at him.
"I can't help it! If I see something beautiful I have to sketch it!" You say defensively.
"Can I at least see it?"
You hesitantly pull out your sketchbook to the page of him on the bus and hand it to him. His cold fingers brush against yours sending shivers down your spine. You thought you could see him smirk as he liked at the drawing.
"Motherfuckin miraculous"
He flips through the sketchbook, admiring your drawings. He stops and chuckles.
"What's so funny?" You ask defensive.
"You even got my teeth showing. Sharp as ever" he shows you the drawing of him sleeping and you blush.
The bus pulls up and he gives the sketchbook back. You rip out the page to give to him.
"I shouldn't have sketched you without permission so take it" You say and hop on the bus. He watches the bus leave as he sits on the bench and then back at the sketch. He notices something scribbled on the bottom that makes him smile.
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Maybe we could arrange something! I have to sketch something as beautiful as you'