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[hasgonehonkers]

WHO: Eridan and Gamzee
WHERE: In a farmhouse which is now Gamzee's house since he took it
WHEN: Night of June 10th after Eridan has lost his fight with Gamzee
WARNINGS: Eridan has already been beat up, but there might be more violence. There's definitely lots of swearing and Gamzee being creepy, painting the wall with blood creepy.
SUMMARY: Eridan

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[swwag]

Eridan glared at Gamzee from his spot against the wall, though it had less bite to it than he normally would have liked. Mostly because of the busted ribs and the arm and all the sickle wounds. He'd shown up confident, but that new trick of Gamzee's had turned out to be more than he'd bargained for. If he'd just known and had time to prepare...

"I'm gettin' upright nauseous just lookin' at it," he hissed, and quickly regained some semblance of self-control, turning his head aside haughtily. Better to make Gamzee think he wasn't worth paying attention to. "And I'm not losin' another fight. Now that I got your technique pinned, I'm comin' back next time ready to finally fuckin' deal with you."

A pause. He wheezed.

"How long are you plannin' to keep me here, exactly? 'Cos I'm not fuckin' puttin' up with it for much longer, Gam."

last edit, I swear

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Gamzee's grin grew a little more at that comment about Eridan supposedly having his technique pinned and let it grow even further still at the sound of that lovely wheeze. It didn't sound quite as nice as the sound made when he was breaking Eridan's ribs, but it was a nice sound all on its own and the fact that it would keep up for awhile was something Gamzee was delighted with. It had been tempting to do break more of Eridan, but really he wanted his kismesis to stay at breathing for now and some of his red feelings had made him a little hesitant to push any farther too. Still, although Gamzee couldn't break more of his kismesis he could settle for harassing Eridan instead

[swwag]

Gamzee was there, and then Gamzee wasn't there anymore; knowing what that meant, the memory of what came next still freshly burned in his mind, Eridan jolted back against the wall on instinct and immediately regretted it with a low hiss. Godfuckingdammit. His pain tolerance was still impressive by human standards - one of the things a new form couldn't take from him, it seemed - but that didn't mean smashing a side full of busted ribs into a wall didn't hurt like hell. And whatever he had in pain tolerance, Gamzee tripled. Maybe quadrupled. If he actually noticed things like chunks blown out of him or broken bones, fighting him would be a lot easier.

"Oh how thoughtful a you to do such," He spat, sneering. "Cut the shit, Gam, I don't need grubsittin'. I can manage just fuckin' fine on my own without you."

He was aware of the second meaning to that last sentence, but wasn't feeling kind enough to clarify his wording any. Let Gamzee panic or, more likely, get pissed off. He could likely handle a few more rounds in the wringer and it'd

[hasgonehonkers]

Gamzee's grin fell a little. For the first split second that seemed like it'd be his only reaction, but then he snarled a bit and glared. He considered not saying about that last line, just letting it sit as something that was part of the grubsitting statement, but then Eridan had already seen how it had gotten to him a little, hadn't he? Couldn't leave that alone.

"You all mind getting up at repeating that last line?" He asked and leaned in a little closer, his hands moved to the wall to prevent Eridan from attempting to move away.

His next words came out as almost a hiss, "I'd all motherfuckin' think real motherfuckin' carefully about what you all motherfuckin' say."