"If I was their lube, then I used to be your glove." Idly, he made a jerking motion with his right hand. "Means to an end, smooth glide, stylish as hell, and kept you from gettin' yourself dirty."
Nonchalance aside, Eddie's words prickled down his spine and stuck there, like a knife. He'd always had the ability to do that with little more than twisting phrases and tone of voice, something Eridan had never been able to accomplish with such off the cuff efficiency. Yet another thing, a quirk that Eridan hadn't quite been able to duplicate.
Yet.
"Besides, those lessons of yours don't mean much when one of us made out in the end and the other probably hasn't made out with anythin' other than his hand in, what, a year?" He leaned heavy against the stove and blew smoke rings around Eddie's face from his point of view, more than content with the distance between them, this hostility. He liked it. And he was more than happy to further it. "I mean, I'm not the one twitchin' and tweakin' here, Winston."
Another drag. He'd barely blinked since taking up position at the stove.
"You're gonna regret not blowin' my brains out, Nygma." He brought his cigarette up to his lips again, dangled in delicate fashion between the knuckles of his first and middle fingers. "I'd suggest not tryin' tonight, by the by. Light sleeper. Forgot to grab my Xanax on the way out this mornin'."
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Nonchalance aside, Eddie's words prickled down his spine and stuck there, like a knife. He'd always had the ability to do that with little more than twisting phrases and tone of voice, something Eridan had never been able to accomplish with such off the cuff efficiency. Yet another thing, a quirk that Eridan hadn't quite been able to duplicate.
Yet.
"Besides, those lessons of yours don't mean much when one of us made out in the end and the other probably hasn't made out with anythin' other than his hand in, what, a year?" He leaned heavy against the stove and blew smoke rings around Eddie's face from his point of view, more than content with the distance between them, this hostility. He liked it. And he was more than happy to further it. "I mean, I'm not the one twitchin' and tweakin' here, Winston."
Another drag. He'd barely blinked since taking up position at the stove.
"You're gonna regret not blowin' my brains out, Nygma." He brought his cigarette up to his lips again, dangled in delicate fashion between the knuckles of his first and middle fingers. "I'd suggest not tryin' tonight, by the by. Light sleeper. Forgot to grab my Xanax on the way out this mornin'."