soul_logs | Potential life risking for friends [closed]

Characters: Eridan & Gamzee (Open to L if he wants to intrude)
Location: L & Gamzee's apartment
Rating: PG-13 at the least for these two
Time: March 29th, mid-afternoon
Description: Karkat hasn't been seen and Gamzee is acting suspicious as hell. Eridan can put two and two together.

[It's not very often that Eridan gives into hope because most of the time it's fucking stupid and wrong. Just like it was this time. He had a tiny sliver, just barely there, and it was shattered with Gamzee's odder than usual behavior.

Karkat was gone. For how long now, who the fuck knows. Gamzee probably has an idea at least and Eridan's not so certain that death threat was just him joking around. It could very well be serious and his only hope is that Gamz knows better than to try that shit here. Either way, he's ready for a depressing chat or a fight.

Half wishing he would have brought the shotgun instead of leaving it at home, he bangs on the apartment door knowing Rue probably had the damn thing locked up tight.]

Gam open the fuckin' door, wwe need to talk.

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[He eyes the faygo with distaste, remembering his last encounter with the awful soda. But he takes the offered bottle nonetheless. It's a conversation starter at least.]

You knoww wwhen you told me before to try slammin' a faygo to make shit better, I actually listened for wwhatevver reason. It wwas god awwful.

[But fuck it, he opens the bottle and takes a drink just to make a point anyways.]

Your opinion on my fizzing beverage of choice is all motherfuckin' biased and don't count for shit.

Seein' as you went and downed it anyway, it's also kind of fuckin' irrelevant.

It just means I'm that good a friend really.

[And a little horrible soda won't kill him. Eridan's really bad at this whole thing on a good day, much less when his own emotions are internally fucking all the shit up in his thinkpan. Whiskey would be nice, but he's pretty sure it's harder to get here than it would be back home.]

Means you had nothing fucking better to do.

[Gamzee's tolerance for bullshit at the moment isn't very high, whether or not Eridan actually thinks it is bullshit.]

How much shit did you even have to give before you found there weren't a single other troll who had any for you?

[He can't deny that, but he gives him an annoyed look anyways. He won't lie and he won't take shitty accusations. He did give a little shit, enough to listen to the weird ass clown in the first place.]

About as much as I gawe to eweryone else, if not a little more cause a your blood. An' be completely fuckin' honest here it's not just cause you're the only one noww but the fact that I like you better noww that you're yourself an' not some half fuckin' baked asshole wwith a slime addiction.

That why you went and mother fucking gutted my mother fucking lusus?

[You wanted his company, Eridan...]

I felt that tender fuckin' affection.

[Eridan chokes on his Faygo at that, a look of horror coming over his face.

Oh.

Fuck.]

Oh my god.

[Really, there's nothing he can say to that. He was so used to killing any lusus that got within range to feed Fef's that he'd forgotten there was one land troll they knew that had a sea lusus.]

[Gamzee shrugs. Honestly, it had taken him until sobriety to make the connection.]

He weren't around much anyway.

[But you can stew on that a while, Eridan, because he's in that sort of mood.]

[Eridan groans as he facepalms. Yep, just what he needed on top of all this other shit.]

I fuckin' forgot about the sea lusus thin'. Fuck... You knoww I fuckin' had to do that shit regularly to feed Fef's lusus but I wouldn't havve shot if I had knowwn it wwas yours. Ain't wworth shit noww, but sorry about that.

You're right, it ain't all worth shit.

But we chill, you and me. Me and motherfuckin' you.

Because I just can't seem to up and care.

[He's really not sure if that's a good thing, if going to the point of just not giving a fuck is healthy. It's probably not. And he's kind of a little jealous of Sollux being able to joke so freely with him and get Gamzee to laugh despite the shit that's going down.]

Shut up and slam your fuckin' Faygo Gam.

[Because fuck it, that's what he's going to do now. Shitty soda for a shitty mood.]

[The clown gives Eridan a look before taking a seat on the couch.]

You speak somethin' like that at me again and I'll slam it straight up into you nookways.

[Eridan just gives him a look back, but shuts up himself for a moment. Gamzee obviously isn't in the mood for bullshit and neither is he.

Honestly it's pretty awkward just sitting there drinking soda and Eridan's never been good at keeping his mouth shut.]

You knoww if you really need to let off some fuckin' steam with a real fight I'd be up for it so long as you stayed awway from the fuckin' gills. Highbloods aren't meant for this docile playin' nice shit they'we got us on here. An' it's not like wwe can find a decent fuckin' kismesis to use for it seein' as howw humans are too fuckin' fragile to keep up or ewen understand.

[The other troll's look turns incredulous.]

...What all're you gonna fight with? You're fuckin' fists?

I'd motherfuckin' break you. Tear you up without all even meaning to.

Don't want none of that shit anyway.

[L is a light sleeper. Though his exhaustion had finally caught up to him and forced him to take a much-needed siesta this afternoon, he is awake again almost the precise moment he starts hearing raised voices.

Since he is inherently one of those people who sees nothing whatsoever wrong with evesdropping, he quietly crawls out of his closet and positions himself near the door to listen to the trolls' heated exchange.

How does he end up knowing so many unbalanced murderers and psychopaths?

Despite being one of those fragile humans, he decides that now is a good time to intervene before things get pushed to a breaking point. Eridan seems to be spoiling for a fight, and Gamzee somehow feels like he's torn between accepting and rejecting the offer. It is a strange dynamic.

In the kitchen, L starts making coffee, loudly but gradually enough not to startle either troll.]

Since I'd prefer both of you unbroken, I'd like to suggest doing something productive at this time. How about collecting those Faygo bottles? I've let it slide for the last few days, but they're starting to become a safety hazard.

[Eridan wanted to protest, bitch and demand that he is perfectly capable of fighting hand to hand with Gamzee and just because he preferred guns didn't mean he wasn't his equal.

So it's probably for the best L interrupts them, diverting Eridan's building rage and deflating it down just as quickly. He huffs as he gets up, peeking around to where L's messing around in the kitchen before turning back to Gamzee.]

It's his fuckin' mess an' I'm not a maid so wwhy the fuck should I help clean?

[Contrary to his words though, Eridan actually does start picking up stray empty Faygo bottles. Listening to L's kind of a second nature at this point, something very few have achieved with the sea dweller.]

[Gamzee makes no move to rise from his seat. He doesn't argue with L either, though. He just gives him a long look before his eyes drift lazily back to Eridan.

The sea troll is free to clean up his mess if he wants. The clown won't be touching it until he feels like it.]

Because when something needs to be done, Eridan, you do it... you don't sit around until someone else does. It's how you are, and it's why I hired you.

[His tone is one of supreme calm; he watches the coffee drip into the pot as he leans on the counter and takes the weight off of his ankle.]

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