You know, hatin' ewerybody, plottin' the death a the globe. Normal shit.
[and while Quentin is quieter, Eridan is not so careful. half because people joke about murder all the time in this city, and half because - well, he'd almost welcome someone to fight at this point. he throws his arm around Quentin's shoulder.]
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[and while Quentin is quieter, Eridan is not so careful. half because people joke about murder all the time in this city, and half because - well, he'd almost welcome someone to fight at this point. he throws his arm around Quentin's shoulder.]
I am now. You wanna grab a drink?