if I was in world war two they'd call me spitfire.
WHO: Eridan Ampora and Gamzee Makara.
WHERE: In some farmer's field somewhere on the edge of the city.
WHEN: 3/20
WARNINGS: FAITO.
SUMMARY: Gamzee totally sassed Eridan up over the network. They are now official In The Shit and about to try and mangle each other.
FORMAT: Starting with para, but I'm good with whatever!
Having an excuse to try and blow a hole or six in someone was one of the higher moments of his stay in the City so far, particularly someone as irritating as Gamzee had turned out to be when he wasn't high out of his mind off sopor slime. Really, he'd have almost appreciated the vicious classism the juggalo was currently displaying, if he hadn't been displaying it at Eridan.
Well he'd done it anyway and now he was going to have to drown in his high and mighty indigo blood. Oh well.
Eridan was at the specified place three minutes early, in the biggest field the farm had to offer, wand in hand and arms crossed. He'd deigned to leave his cape and scarf at home, not totally sure whether he'd be able to get indigo blood out of either and not wanting to waste them on Gamzee if he couldn't. And naturally, not being totally sure of how the clown was coming armed, he was keeping his eyes open for any long distance weapons or sneak attacks. After all, he'd never fought a subjugglator before.
At least it promised to be interesting.
WHERE: In some farmer's field somewhere on the edge of the city.
WHEN: 3/20
WARNINGS: FAITO.
SUMMARY: Gamzee totally sassed Eridan up over the network. They are now official In The Shit and about to try and mangle each other.
FORMAT: Starting with para, but I'm good with whatever!
Having an excuse to try and blow a hole or six in someone was one of the higher moments of his stay in the City so far, particularly someone as irritating as Gamzee had turned out to be when he wasn't high out of his mind off sopor slime. Really, he'd have almost appreciated the vicious classism the juggalo was currently displaying, if he hadn't been displaying it at Eridan.
Well he'd done it anyway and now he was going to have to drown in his high and mighty indigo blood. Oh well.
Eridan was at the specified place three minutes early, in the biggest field the farm had to offer, wand in hand and arms crossed. He'd deigned to leave his cape and scarf at home, not totally sure whether he'd be able to get indigo blood out of either and not wanting to waste them on Gamzee if he couldn't. And naturally, not being totally sure of how the clown was coming armed, he was keeping his eyes open for any long distance weapons or sneak attacks. After all, he'd never fought a subjugglator before.
At least it promised to be interesting.