Eridan had not been expecting the message at all. He was just relaxing in his hive really, bored as can be. He had actually gathered his SFC just to see if there was anyone worth bothering on the damn thing, when it notified him of the message. He did stare at it for a few long minutes--while he and Sollux were kismesises, it had seemed in a way their rivalry was something that didn't quite interest the Gemini anymore--thus Eridan had somewhat started to seek attention elsewhere, so when he gets the message to meet him for dinner, it's a shock really. A good one, but a shock nonetheless.
So what did Eridan do?
You bet your brinesuckin' ASS he got himself ready, snazzed out as can be. He had definitely added to wardrobe since he showed up here, human had such wonderful fashion after all, or rather, the pieces to put together in the grand masterpiece puzzle that only ERIDAN knew how to solve. In short, he looks even MORE like a hipster, maybe it was a good thing his kismesis was blind. He ain't even care what others thought, because he KNEW he looked fucking GOOD and he was ready to meet Sollux, of course showing up fashionably late.
He was surprised though, when he saw how Sollux was sort of dressed up too. He had fully expected the same ol' same ol' but he was slightly impressed. Sure it was nothing compared to the smorgasbord of eyecandy that Eridan was, but it was still not bad looking at all.
"So, Sol, I'm surprised, what made you think I wanted to waste my time goin' on a date with you?"
Translation? I'M SO FUCKIN' HAPPY TO BE ON THIS DATE YOU DONT EWEN.
Sollux sighs. Finally he shows up. He steps away from the wall towards Eridan.
"You showed up, didn't you?"
He then raises an eyebrow at what he was wearing. He couldn't see the colors of the outfit but he could tell that he was looking more hipster than normal.
"You should be glad I can't see all that well."
He turns around and heads for the door of the restaurant.
"You're missin' out on account a bein' a cripple with your lack a eye sight. I'm lookin' fuckin' hot today, but your retarded, inferior wision receptors just will hawe to miss it."
That arrogance that usually laced every word that, to everyones misfortune, escaped the seadweller's blow hole? Yep, it was there still, except it's magnitude was something near being 10 fold. He was going to blown your mind Sol, just you wait.
He follows, for a second, before tripping Sol and making his way in first. This was a hatedate after all. Basically a date setting for who ever can be the biggest asshole, and he was getting his points early.
Sollux hits the ground and hisses a little. He gets up and brushes himself off before straightening his tie. Then he puts his shades back on and follows after Eridan.
He scoffs at that, stopping just short of entering the dinning area. He pays no mind to the hostess there, only smirking like mad at his hateboyfran, who just met with the ground. He was surprised Sol didn't do much more than throw some off handed insult at him, but then again, he's blind. Wasn't like he was the most capable of trolls after all.
"Oh please, Sol. You know you're fuckin' disappointed you can't see me, because you know how fuckin' good I look normally. Don't ewen TRY to pretend."
Once the hostess got around to them, Eridan requests the worst spot in the establishment, which gets an odd look, but hey chick, Eridan knows what he's doing. Had this been flushed? He would have demanded the opposite, but it wasn't. You better bet your ass Sol is getting the shitty chair.
Well then everything was going according to plan. This was a hatedate after all, not some flushed date where they were striving for a good time, no, this was of the blackest of feelings, or should be, and Eridan was planning on showing Sollux just exactly how he felt about him. When they get lead to their seat, still receiving questionable looks from the hostest. He scoffs at Sollux.
"I'm newer gaudy, mustard blood. I look fuckin' good, always, so don't ewen try to say otherwise."
He takes his seat, making sure to grab the chair that didn't have what seemed like uneven legs, no wobbly chair for Eridan, yep. Once Sollux sits though and the menus are handed to him, he makes sure to deliver a kick to the used to be psionic's shin, while nonchalantly staring at the menu. That kick? Nah, totally didn't come from him bro.
Wait... He narrows his eyes as he stares at the menu, reading it over, just to make sure he didn't misread any of it.
Seafood.
This all was seafood, he brought him to a seafood restaurant. HE BROUGHT HIM TO A FUCKING SEAFOOD RESTAURANT!!!
There's a quick snap as he folds the menu down to shoot DAGGERS at Sollux. It wasn't that he wouldn't eat any of this, fish ate fish after all--BUT HE KNEW WHY, WHY HERE OF ALL PLACES. Touche`, Sollux, touche`.
Sollux is just going to kick Eridan back a little harder than Eridan kicked him.
The waitress comes to get their orders and before Eridan could talk, Sollux speaks up.
"I'll order for him. You see, he's on a diet so I need to make sure he eats the right kind of food. Don't want him ordering something unhealthy and ruining his good eating habits."
He smiles and pinches Eridan's cheek.
"So he'll just have some plain clams with no drink and no butter or anything like that. As for me, I'll have some lobster with butter on the side and an iced tea."
So what did Eridan do?
You bet your brinesuckin' ASS he got himself ready, snazzed out as can be. He had definitely added to wardrobe since he showed up here, human had such wonderful fashion after all, or rather, the pieces to put together in the grand masterpiece puzzle that only ERIDAN knew how to solve. In short, he looks even MORE like a hipster, maybe it was a good thing his kismesis was blind. He ain't even care what others thought, because he KNEW he looked fucking GOOD and he was ready to meet Sollux, of course showing up fashionably late.
He was surprised though, when he saw how Sollux was sort of dressed up too. He had fully expected the same ol' same ol' but he was slightly impressed. Sure it was nothing compared to the smorgasbord of eyecandy that Eridan was, but it was still not bad looking at all.
"So, Sol, I'm surprised, what made you think I wanted to waste my time goin' on a date with you?"
Translation? I'M SO FUCKIN' HAPPY TO BE ON THIS DATE YOU DONT EWEN.
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"You showed up, didn't you?"
He then raises an eyebrow at what he was wearing. He couldn't see the colors of the outfit but he could tell that he was looking more hipster than normal.
"You should be glad I can't see all that well."
He turns around and heads for the door of the restaurant.
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"You're missin' out on account a bein' a cripple with your lack a eye sight. I'm lookin' fuckin' hot today, but your retarded, inferior wision receptors just will hawe to miss it."
That arrogance that usually laced every word that, to everyones misfortune, escaped the seadweller's blow hole? Yep, it was there still, except it's magnitude was something near being 10 fold. He was going to blown your mind Sol, just you wait.
He follows, for a second, before tripping Sol and making his way in first. This was a hatedate after all. Basically a date setting for who ever can be the biggest asshole, and he was getting his points early.
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"Like you would ever look appealing."
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"Oh please, Sol. You know you're fuckin' disappointed you can't see me, because you know how fuckin' good I look normally. Don't ewen TRY to pretend."
Once the hostess got around to them, Eridan requests the worst spot in the establishment, which gets an odd look, but hey chick, Eridan knows what he's doing. Had this been flushed? He would have demanded the opposite, but it wasn't. You better bet your ass Sol is getting the shitty chair.
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"Man Eridan, you've got me. That is exactly how I feel about you. It's a shame that I can't see just how handsomely gaudy you look right now."
He sighs as he follows the seatroll to the shittiest table and sits in one of the chairs.
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"I'm newer gaudy, mustard blood. I look fuckin' good, always, so don't ewen try to say otherwise."
He takes his seat, making sure to grab the chair that didn't have what seemed like uneven legs, no wobbly chair for Eridan, yep. Once Sollux sits though and the menus are handed to him, he makes sure to deliver a kick to the used to be psionic's shin, while nonchalantly staring at the menu. That kick? Nah, totally didn't come from him bro.
Wait... He narrows his eyes as he stares at the menu, reading it over, just to make sure he didn't misread any of it.
Seafood.
This all was seafood, he brought him to a seafood restaurant. HE BROUGHT HIM TO A FUCKING SEAFOOD RESTAURANT!!!
There's a quick snap as he folds the menu down to shoot DAGGERS at Sollux. It wasn't that he wouldn't eat any of this, fish ate fish after all--BUT HE KNEW WHY, WHY HERE OF ALL PLACES. Touche`, Sollux, touche`.
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The waitress comes to get their orders and before Eridan could talk, Sollux speaks up.
"I'll order for him. You see, he's on a diet so I need to make sure he eats the right kind of food. Don't want him ordering something unhealthy and ruining his good eating habits."
He smiles and pinches Eridan's cheek.
"So he'll just have some plain clams with no drink and no butter or anything like that. As for me, I'll have some lobster with butter on the side and an iced tea."
The waitress writes it down and leaves.
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