WHO:
swwag and his
hasgonehonkersWHERE: ~*~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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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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."
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