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Where: Eridan's and Karkat's hive.
When: ass o'clock at night
Who: Eridan and Gamzee
Style: Action
Status: closed

[Eridan can only hole up in his room like a stubborn grub for so long. Surviving off of snacks and is only a good idea on paper, because when you're planning it, you don't really face the reality that those snacks aren't infinite(Or at least Eridan didn't), and so after enduring his rumbling and hungry stomach for long enough, Eridan's slipping out of his block and keeping an eye out for Karkat and Gamzee. And for the most part, it seems he's avoided them, he figures they're probably in Karkat's block, which is well enough for him!]

[He's not exactly looking when he steps into the nutrition block, keeping an eye out for those two, just in case one of them might come out or something, and he hardly wants to run into either of them. Gamzee, for obvious reasons(Not to mentions he's only in a t-shirt and boxers right now), but Karkat because of their little fight and he's not sure yet how to even approach him over that.]

[But, he isn't so lucky, as he turns his head to look where he's going, he sees Gamzee there, cooking in the dark more or less and Eridan nearly yelps in surprise. Fortunately, for his pride, he catches himself, even if his heart is going a mile a minute. He flips the light switch though, glaring at the clown who's wearing less than Eridan thinks he should be, especially when cooking and in HIS hive! Not to mention those spots are hardly appealing...]

Gam, what the hell are you doin'?

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[Gamzee has a whole lot less pride and when he light suddenly snaps on he makes a soft sound in surprise. It kind of sounds like a honk.

He hadn't been meaning to surprise Eridan or anything. He's somewhat used to cooking in the dark. The minimal light coming from things like the night-time light coming in from outside, the light flooding from the fridge whenever he opens it is enough for him to cook by. He's nocturnal by nature, after all. And it is not like he is cooking anything particularly difficult either.

He jerks a little, turning around to face Eridan.]

Fuck. You gave me a good fuckin' fright there. I'm cookin'.

[And then on realizing, he raises one arm, half shielding his face with it.]

Shit, don't look. I ain't fuckin' decent.

[All trolls are nocturnal after all, excpet weirdo Kanaya, but it still seems odd that Gamzee's in here with no light on! Definitely caught Eridan off guard at least. He crosses his arms over his chest, giving Gamzee an curious stare when he goes to cover his face.]

Gawe YOU a fright? You're the one here in the damn dark!

[His nose scrunches.]

Damn right you're not decent, put a fuckin' shirt on, fuckin' fuck.

[But he's making his way to the fridge to look for something to eat. He's not about to be bullied out of HIS kitchen! ~~Who cares if Gamzee isn't trying to bully him at all!~~]

[Are you judging a man for wanting to cook in the dark in his moirail's kitchen? How cruel!]

No can do, motherfucker. Didn't fuckin' bring one. Weren't all to be spekaing of that anyways.

[Note how he is shielding his face rather than the expanse of spotty clown chest and back. Sorry Eridan, you'll just be subject to this wonderful sight of too many pokey-out ribs and skinny elbows and the slouch of a guy in the middle of a growth-spurt who has no idea how tall he is now exactly.

And while Eridan digs through the fridge, Gamzee goes back to the omelettes. He and Karkat had just wanted a quick, nice midnight snack. And omelettes with just about everything tossed in that he could find, well, those are nice, right?]

I don't see what else you could mean. Not like your hideous makeup job does much to hide your less than pleasant features normally.

[Auuugh, what's he to do when he's hungry and he's not sure what he even wants. Not to mention he's hardly a cook. Definitely a regular at the many restaurants and their highly convenient takeout. He closes the fridge with a dissatisfied sound, frowning at it before glancing at what Gamzee's making.]

What're you ewen makin'?

[He's trying to sound so disinterested, but lets be honest here, the poor guy is so hungry and that smells so good...]

Isn't about hiding. It's about showing what sacred truth I all got my understand on at.

[Namely the most sacred of sacred truths that the universe is ruled by clowns. That one.

At the question, he sticks his spatula under the omelette, making sure it is not sticking.]

Omelette. Karkat got his hunger on like some shit wicked. [a short pause.] Want one?

[Eridan really just... doesn't care about his makeup sorry to say, so he just lets that bit go, but then Gamzee sticks his spatula under that omelet and his stomach feels like it's twisting while letting out the most mournful grumble.]

Well yeah, but it's not like I know how to make one.

[He lets out a snooty huff, his arms crossing over his chest as he looks away from him. What's the point in even asking that? It's not like Eridan spends his time learning how to even make those things!]

[That is because you are a terrible heathen, Eridan.

Once the egg is set enough on each side, Gamzee easily flips the omelette with a practised flick of the wrist. Eridan's answer surprises him slightly, because in his mind that had been about as open an offer to make him one as he could get, but okay, need to go slower with Eridan. Break it down into more tiny questions.]

Could make you one. If you want.

[His eyes flick over to Gamzee, a genuine curiosity to them.]

... You're serious?

[Maybe for anyone else this wouldn't be that big of a deal, oh sure a friend making you an omelet--but that's just the thing. Gamzee isn't a friend, not since he attacked him... Even if they may or may not have had that friendly encounter on the beach not too long ago. Even if he kinda felt okay with that.. at the time. It's not like he misses what he and Gamzee had, oh no, he can't possibly miss that because it obviously didn't mean shit to the clown in the first place... If it did, he'd do more than look sad to show he was apologetic...]

[Eridan looks conflicted really as he stands there, probably an odd sight for anyone looking. It really looks like he's having an internal battle with himself, but is staying in silence, his eyes long since directed their gaze elsewhere, so to not be stuck staring at the makeupless clown.]

[Gamzee doesn't see why he wouldn't be serious. What is he, a clown?]

Yeah, for serious here.

[It is true that the might not be friends, though the decidedly friendly tone to their last interaction had given Gamzee some hope again. That said, even if they aren't friends, to Gamzee's mind they are not enemies either. And seeing as he is already cooking, and Karkat will likely not keel over and die if he doesn't immediately bring him some omelettes --he's probably enjoying the chance at getting to read his silly romance novels completely uninterrupted finally-- he sees no reason not to also offer to whip up a quick omelette for Eridan. It is not like he hates cooking or anything.]

Fine.

[It's an abrupt answer, almost sounds as if he forced it out. He looks to Gamzee, his expression a mix of what appears to be conflict and aggravation and definitly uncertainty. He makes his way over to the counter though, turning his back to it and leaning back on it as he eyes Gamzee.]

Who the fuck taught you how to cook anyway? I know you make those atrocious pies, but I didn't think that took in merit in cookin' to do.

[Gamzee makes a soft thoughtful noise at that, turning the heat for this omelette way down while he grabs another pan to start on for Eridan.]

I guess I kinda got to schoolfeeding my own wicked self on that shit. Got way hungry watching all the good grub on the tube, so I all thought to be trying that stuff myself, you get?

[Not like... anyone else would be cooking for him. And while he wasn't the greatest coming here --well good enough to keep himself alive at least!-- there was that other thing too.]

... Wataru used to up and cook with a motherfucker too.

[Yep. He wait for the pan to be heated enough and the butter to have melted before he cracks two eggs in a glass, quickly beating them with some milk.]

Whadda ya want in?