Most of a lead, the middle of a better in pronoun ownership.

[enigmaestro]

WHO: Some jerky family.
WHERE: NOHoPE.
WHEN: September 3rd, 2011. After hours.
WARNINGS: It's a heartwarming reunion.
SUMMARY: The best way to confront Eddie is to corner him in a mental hospital and tag-team.
FORMAT: Probably paragraph, but it may transform.

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[swwag]

Eridan, to his credit, tried his hardest to make a quiet entrance.

Still, quiet was remarkably difficult when crammed into an air duct, whiny and tired and with a scarf (the one Eddie had given him, fittingly enough) bunching up and blinding him every once in a while. When he'd bragged to Felicia about being able to break in, he'd imagined having Gamzee as backup, flashing them through the complex - not Felicia cramming him into a vent.

She would certainly hear his opinion on her methods later. And so would Eddie. Because it was Eddie's fault in the first place.

But eventually he did find the grate to Eddie's room, and somehow summoned the self-control not to just kick it in. With a few short flashes of his wand the screws gave easily enough; he pushed his way through and dropped in, smoothing out his clothes and fixing his scarf for the hundredth time. Getting out would be an absolute bitch, no doubt. Also Eddie's fault.

"Hi."

It bordered on a growl.

[acrossyourpath]

Smirking to herself a little as Eridan dropped from the grate to the floor, Felicia rolled her eyes and dipped her head into the room. She swung herself down, popping the claws on her gloves to catch the security camera's wires on her way to the floor.

She looked at Eddie, not saying anything for a moment; she adjusted the harness around her waist that would help them leave once the visit was done.

"Evening," she said finally, casually. Her eyes gazed at him through her domino mask, half-lidded in apparent apathy or annoyance. Her claws went back into her gloves with a click that was audible.

[enigmaestro]

Eddie's book slowly slid from his face, in a motion that would be almost comical if not for the stifling tension that so quickly flooded the room. He quirked an eyebrow, glancing first at Eridan and then Felicia, his eyes drifting to the clawed camera wires last.

"I'm going to get in trouble for that," he mused. Spider-Man had already cut those wires a few weeks earlier, and Eddie's keepers had not been pleased. He glanced at his current company, aware that they'd shed no sympathy for his plight. Sitting up, he shrugged and offered his bed and a sole chair to sit.

"And to what to I owe the pleasure?" He asked with a tone that was not effortlessly casual. "Because I must say, this is quite the surprise. I know Felicia isn't in the habit of making reservations, but Eridan. Falling out of vents? I am shocked."

[swwag]

"Can it, Riddler."

Eridan strolled over to the offered chair, throwing himself in it with unabashed irritation. Unlike Felicia, he couldn't maintain even the illusion of being casual; the most he could do was cross his legs and shoot Eddie a dirty look, rather than end up on a tirade.

"Fel, you lead this off. I don't particularly got the patience for it."