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[swwag]

WHO: swwag and his hasgonehonkers
WHERE: ~*~Somewhere in New Jersey~*~
WHEN: I DON'T... KNOW... SOMETIME DURING THE RIOTS I GUESS
WARNINGS: MOTHERFUCKERS AND FISH PUNS AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE
SUMMARY: Eridan and Gamzee have a hatedate during the rioting and get thrown out of a Waffle House. Then they duel about it.
FORMAT: PARA TO START, ANYTHING AFTERWARDS

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[hasgonehonkers]

"You do all motherfuckin' know that God would be up at being motherfuckin' happy with that wicked motherfuckin' shit, right? God's not at in getting disappointed with a lowblood all up and being slaughtered in front of other motherfuckers who are at on being jokebloods," Gamzee managed to keep both voices relatively quiet as he kept his focus on Eridan's tapping, "But we can motherfuckin' all settle up with motherfuckin' mutilating a motherfucker later instead."

If there weren't so many people around at least one finger of Eridan's would be snatched up and slowly bent backwards. That or Gamzee would at least threaten to break the pinky and smack Eridan with his own jewelry. As it was Gamzee just had to settle with reaching over with the intent to grab Eridan's tapping hand, glaring hard enough that in theory he wouldn't need to say why he was trying to do this.

NAT THE UPDATE

[swwag]

"Tuna phrase," Eridan muttered, and then quickly corrected himself. "Turn a phrase I meant, anyway I already know about your subjugglatin' creed or whatewer, you don't gotta keep bringin' it up. I hear enough about it from your quasi-royal squawk blister anyway."

Then Gamzee grabbed his hand, and with a slight start and a narrowing of his eyes, Eridan pulled back. A sharp tug, actually, enough to communicate his irritation just as wordlessly.

STILL SCREAMING

[hasgonehonkers]

Gamzee pulled up his lips a bit and let the corners of his mouth tug down into a frown as he pulled his hand back. He might have been about to hiss something at Eridan and start yet another fight, but that's when the waitress came in.

Amazingly enough they'd gotten his order right, ribeye steak with fries and biscuits on the side (fuck getting waffles at Waffle House, he could make better waffles at home). He wasn't sure if they'd gotten Eridan's order right, but he'd let Eridan speak for himself on that. For the moment he was going to eat a biscuit and try not to just cram it in his mouth despite the strong temptation to do so. He didn't have much going for him, but at least Gamzee could pretend to be a little mannered sometimes.

MALKDLFAJ CLAWS FACE FOREVER

[swwag]

They'd also managed getting Eridan's right - identical to Gamzee's, but with bacon instead of biscuits - and he immediately began hacking into the bloody steak, ignoring Gamzee for the moment. At least the subjugglator was trying not to be too terribly noticeable; with that steel arm of his, he was already a spectacle for anyone paying any attention to the two of them. Well, the arm and the loud, obscene fights they got into. Frequently.

"I was thinkin' a maybe headin' back to the City early," Eridan finally mentioned at length, doing the opposite of Gamzee and ignoring the disquieting amount of blood around his mouth. He was a prince, and these redblooded bastards didn't have anywhere near the authority to comment on his manners. He gestured to Gamzee with his knife. "They're hawin' riots or somesuch. We could get in and out without anyone payin' much attention to us, probably."