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towerofanimus2012-08-12 11:09 pm
chronomancer) wrote in towerofanimus2012-08-12 11:09 pm
Entry tags:
I'm not always like this, it's something I've become
Characters: Jaderi and YOU.
Setting: Caffeteria.
Format: I'll start with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eridan's back from a month abroad, and he's very much in need of comfort food. Pancakes are close enough to waffles anyway.
Warnings: Eridan being way more of a douchebag than ever before. Also possibly violence and death if he gets upset. He's got a gun and surprisingly few qualms about using it right now.
[So. Back in tower wonderstuck. Eridan is mildly depressed at the fact this is actually improvement somehow, over... well. That.
But we're not talking about that.
No.
Really.
We are not.
But if you want to talk about something else entirely, you're welcome to approach Eridan, who's sitting in a table by his lonesome, an empty plate of oatmeal at his left and a piled up plate of pancakes to his right.
They ain't waffles but, you know. Close enough.]
Setting: Caffeteria.
Format: I'll start with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eridan's back from a month abroad, and he's very much in need of comfort food. Pancakes are close enough to waffles anyway.
Warnings: Eridan being way more of a douchebag than ever before. Also possibly violence and death if he gets upset. He's got a gun and surprisingly few qualms about using it right now.
[So. Back in tower wonderstuck. Eridan is mildly depressed at the fact this is actually improvement somehow, over... well. That.
But we're not talking about that.
No.
Really.
We are not.
But if you want to talk about something else entirely, you're welcome to approach Eridan, who's sitting in a table by his lonesome, an empty plate of oatmeal at his left and a piled up plate of pancakes to his right.
They ain't waffles but, you know. Close enough.]
no subject
[He makes an interested noise, however, about her gardens. And decides to drop the matter of stuttering yellowbloods entirely.]
She was. Though clearly I had no garden by the tower then. Just her, and sand, and hordes of irritating neighbors to pick at from a distance.