"Alright, alright. Reedy oar naut, I betta get to it."
He deposits his glass on the glass coffee table, mindful of the cat lounging in the middle of it like an uncultured heathen. Then he moves back to the couch, pulling a cardboard box out from its hidden spot behind the far arm. From that box he pulls out a black case, and when he touches the latch, he lingers on it.
"You sure you want in on this?" he asks uncertainly, eyebrows raising. Eridan leans back into a sitting position, free arm draped across his knee. "I'm warnin' you, it's some bad shit. I ain't gonna hold it against you if you don't want in on it."
That's a lie, but whatever. Wouldn't hold it against her much.
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He deposits his glass on the glass coffee table, mindful of the cat lounging in the middle of it like an uncultured heathen. Then he moves back to the couch, pulling a cardboard box out from its hidden spot behind the far arm. From that box he pulls out a black case, and when he touches the latch, he lingers on it.
"You sure you want in on this?" he asks uncertainly, eyebrows raising. Eridan leans back into a sitting position, free arm draped across his knee. "I'm warnin' you, it's some bad shit. I ain't gonna hold it against you if you don't want in on it."
That's a lie, but whatever. Wouldn't hold it against her much.