Zone B -- Forest

[Gamzee Makara]

Gamzee plods along silently behind the two de facto leaders of this new group. It had been silent for sometime now, thanks in large part to that big burly bat dude. Every now and then, Dante would slap at a fly or mutter something under his breath Gamzee could never quite catch. Other than that, every time the alien teen tried to get his conv-o-sate on, Batman would just kinda...stare at him.

And that pretty much shut Gamzee up every time.

"Don't take it personal, kid. He's been like this since the moment I found him brooding on a rooftop somewhere," Dante says in a comforting tone.

 This in turn earns him a glare of his own from Batman.

"Ah I'm just kidding, Batguy. Gotta lighten up the mood for the newbie a little," he offers.

"It was your idea to bring him along. Not mine. I don't have to be happy about this."

"What, you, happy? I'm sure hell would freeze over first," He pauses, before adding, "and it won't. I've been there."

Gamzee chuckles. Dante smirks. It's silent again for along time. Nothing but the birds, the trees, and the everything else in the fucking jungle. Dante starts whistling, breaking the jungle cacophony. It's a random tune, one that doesn't have a lot of form or direction. The troll's eyes widen considerably, taking in this momentous occasion. He tries and fails to copy his new friend, only managing to sputter out air through pursed lips.

"Hoooow...do you do that...?" The troll questions with a reverence.

"What? Whistle? Shit, kid, ya can't tell me you don't know how to whistle. Watch, it's easy."

For the next fifteen minutes, the Son of Sparda tries in vain to teach an alien teenager how to whistle. By the end of his lesson, Gamzee finally manages to produce some fleeting sound from his lips. It is a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. He and the demon slayer celebrate it as such.

Batman lets loose an exasperated sigh. They had to be vaguely close to the safe house by now. He hoped.

Moving our merry band B10 -> B12