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capeandcowllogs2011-08-05 09:07 pm
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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'."
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
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'."
THAT'S FINE I am going through my tumblr and I have no appropriate icons
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.