"That's impressiwe. He tie you down before he did that?" Eridan cajoled, tracing a claw along the N's first sharp angle. Like all those months ago, Eddie swirling the design on the back of his homemade costume, he had thought that far back. He'd remembered, all this time. Everything. "Or did he just pin you?"

Taunting, deceptively light. Eridan flicked Eddie's ear with the edge of one razory claw in passing, heading over to the table. Both cases sat side by side, the green one smaller, the black one more professional in design. Eridan drew them both to the forefront, a splayed hand over each.

"Which one first?" He queried, giving their lids a theatrical rap of knuckles. Eddie's compliance and stalling seemed to be working so far; Eridan was more engrossed in the fear and drama than he was getting started, at least for now. "Black or green?"