I will always

[hasgonehonkers]

WHO: Eridan and Gamzee
WHERE: Starting at least in an opera house in Venice
WHEN: Night of September the twenty-eighth
WARNINGS: I don't know yet, but really look at the people who are in this log.
SUMMARY: Gamzee and Eridan have run off to Venice since Bond gave Eridan tickets and it seemed like a good idea to get out of the City. While they're

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ALSO I WON'T BE ON AIM UNTIL LATER BECAUSE DINNER

[swwag]

"Shh."

Eridan was sort of paying attention (and sort of not), but he still disliked having conversation in the middle of an opera. It made him seem blatantly classless. Still, he knew Gamzee - and knew that a shoosh wasn't going to keep him quiet.

"'Cos it's about clowns murderin' the fuck outta each other. Two things we both lowe, combined and such."

ALRIGHT I'M PROBABLY DISAPPEARING SOON ANYWAY SO I MAY NOT SEE YOU FOR QUITE AWHILE

[hasgonehonkers]

"We might motherfuckin' like motherfuckers getting at murdering each other and we like clowns, but this shit is not at being a good motherfuckin' combination when shit's not at being motherfuckin' funny," he growled, not particularly caring about the what the other patrons would hear.

He leaned more towards Eridan, his eyes settling into a glare as he spoke again, "Now why did you get at picking this shit again?"

ALRIGHT I WILL TALK TO YOU TONIGHT THEN MAYBE

[swwag]

"Shh."

Eridan finally turned to look at Gamzee now, glaring back. "'Cos I fuckin' like the opera, and Der Freischütz doesn't start playin' 'til long after we go back to the City. Now are you goin' to shut up or not?"

YEAH MAYBE I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE ANYMORE

[hasgonehonkers]

"Don't motherfuckin' tell me to shut up when you got at bringing us to a motherfuckin' opera that I'm not on motherfuckin' liking," he was much louder than he was before.

And he was probably about to make things much louder as he decided that the best way to respond to Eridan was to try and kick him in the shin.

SURE DID JUST REMEMBER THIS

[swwag]

Eridan had opened his mouth to argue further when Gamzee kicked him; hissing, he threw a punch straight for Gamzee's paint-smeared mug.

They'd be thrown out now, of course; that was never in doubt. He hadn't expected to actually make it to the part where the clowns started killing each other when they'd walked in the door.

SURE DID JUST FINALLY GET AROUND TO TAGGING AGAIN

[hasgonehonkers]

That punch landed, but it landed because, unlike some other faceward thrown punches that had caught Gamzee by surprise in the past, Gamzee wanted it to. It would make going for a bite on Eridan's hand that much easier.

While Gamzee attempted to sink his long teeth into Eridan's digits and palm he tried to also grab Eridan, planning to drag him out of the aisle as quickly as possible. This would make them getting kicked out much easier, but the small chance of him getting to throw Eridan down the stairs and watching him roll down the lovely red that descended to the stage seemed like something he shouldn't pass up. Seeing Eridan fall below the clowns at least seemed fitting for him.