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[amoray]

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

Eridan sat at his half of his and Gamzee's booth, stirring his coffee idly with one hand and tapping a persistent, undoubtedly irritating staccato on the slightly grimy table with the neatly manicured nails of the other. This hiding out business had sort of been like one of those human vacation things (sort of), a reprieve from the constant threat of rainbow drinker annihilation or grimdark witchery, and he couldn't say he wholly hated it.

Better than human prison, at least.

"Remember, we're supposed to be hidin' out here. If they get your food wrong, don't fuckin' kill 'em right in front a God and ewerybody," Eridan muttered to Gamzee, leaving his coffee alone and instead continuing the tapping with his menu. "We wait 'til they get off and then break their legs or somethin'."

Comments

AND WHAT THE HELL I'LL JUST EDIT IT FOR A THIRD TIME

[caprihorn]

Well, that was a disappointment. It only took Gamzee a second to realize that Eridan wasn't going to reciprocate and so he pulled back and let go Eridan's face. His expression was unreadable for the most part, though there was a definite undercurrent of rage that Eridan could see as Gamzee carefully studied Eridan's own face. He was too unsure of himself and too nervous to say anything, he felt some kind of rejection already, he didn't want to hear it too.

Still Gamzee didn't want to give Eridan a focus on something else either, so rather than move the wand in a different direction - the smart thing to do - he left it as it was and hoped he hadn't screwed up enough that he'd soon have to flash step as far away as possible.

I DID and i won't be on aim again until later :c

[amoray]

Gamzee stepped back, and Eridan stared. Of all the things he'd expected Gamzee to do - hit him, cuss him, spit in his face - this was the absolute last, and the bewilderment on his face showed it. For a long moment afterwards, he kept staring, examining his kismesis' expression intently.

Eridan rushed forward and dragged Gamzee back to him, his wand clattering to the pavement. His kiss was hungry, desperate, and had entirely too much teeth in it to be entirely comfortable for either of them.

THAT'S FINE I am going through my tumblr and I have no appropriate icons

[caprihorn]

Gamzee resisted not at all as Eridan pulled him back for another kiss.

He didn't care much about the comfort of the kiss, but he cared for the returned hateful affection. Teeth met lip, teeth, and lip again in the most awkward and eager fashion possible. In a second his arms clumsily moved to grip on Eridan's shoulder and back.