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."