He dragged his hand across Eddie's front, wiping off any traces of drool. Eridan's rings had been absent the entire evening - gettin' 'em polished is how he'd waved off any concerns, a little flick of his hand for emphasis. A pause, a momentary one, as he seemed to slip into thought.
"You really had me goin' at the beginnin' there, you know? Carrot and stick style. You coulda told me to chop a finger off and I would of done it, just for you." A little wave of his fingers in Eddie's face, for emphasis, for fun, just because he could now. "I had nightmares about you, and considerin' I hawe nightmares a blood and horror ewery fuckin' night a my life, that's really sayin' somethin'. You oughta be goddamn well proud a yourself."
He sank out of view to Eddie's left, breath on the nape of his neck. Blatant intimidation tactics, so blatant as to border on tacky.
"I think, maybe - four or fiwe months, I been clean? Not worried about you poppin' outta my fuckin' closet?" A sharp, indescribably bitter bark of laughter. "And I thought about forgiwin' you a couple a times. Thought maybe it was my fault. But when I sat back on my fins and really thought about it, basically nothins ewer my fault. So that couldn't be right. Still, all a that and what's gonna come aside, don't be misunderstandin' this whole... thing, what we're doin' here," he continued, wide gestures almost audible. "'Cos it ain't like I don't got any lowe for you left. If I didn't, well, I would of hacked your limbs off and tossed you in a cellar out in the country. You ain't gonna be worm chow on my watch, Nygma."
A brief beat, barely enough time to cycle trains of thought, and his finger was on Norman's scarring.
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He dragged his hand across Eddie's front, wiping off any traces of drool. Eridan's rings had been absent the entire evening - gettin' 'em polished is how he'd waved off any concerns, a little flick of his hand for emphasis. A pause, a momentary one, as he seemed to slip into thought.
"You really had me goin' at the beginnin' there, you know? Carrot and stick style. You coulda told me to chop a finger off and I would of done it, just for you." A little wave of his fingers in Eddie's face, for emphasis, for fun, just because he could now. "I had nightmares about you, and considerin' I hawe nightmares a blood and horror ewery fuckin' night a my life, that's really sayin' somethin'. You oughta be goddamn well proud a yourself."
He sank out of view to Eddie's left, breath on the nape of his neck. Blatant intimidation tactics, so blatant as to border on tacky.
"I think, maybe - four or fiwe months, I been clean? Not worried about you poppin' outta my fuckin' closet?" A sharp, indescribably bitter bark of laughter. "And I thought about forgiwin' you a couple a times. Thought maybe it was my fault. But when I sat back on my fins and really thought about it, basically nothins ewer my fault. So that couldn't be right. Still, all a that and what's gonna come aside, don't be misunderstandin' this whole... thing, what we're doin' here," he continued, wide gestures almost audible. "'Cos it ain't like I don't got any lowe for you left. If I didn't, well, I would of hacked your limbs off and tossed you in a cellar out in the country. You ain't gonna be worm chow on my watch, Nygma."
A brief beat, barely enough time to cycle trains of thought, and his finger was on Norman's scarring.
"What's this?"