[ maybe, embarrassingly enough, there's a little undercurrent of thrill at her implicitly accepting his implicit dinner invitation (implicitly) — not much, just the littlest perk to his posture, an agitated shifting on his heels, but it's something. he tries to cover by smirking and smoothing his hair back, as if that was, indeed, all according to keikaku. ]
Sure. Hope you like seafood.
[ to his credit, eridan walks out of the elevator in his tasteful black murder ensemble like he owns the place — it takes a certain sort of mindlessly stupid confidence to just walk out of an elevator, stroll up the hallway, and shoot a man in the throat, but he tries. he tries so hard to be cool.
luckily, this is indeed an off day; something about a birthday across town his wife went to, or something. being a sentimental fella, this perpetually nameless minor crime boss sent the lion's share of his security along with her, just in case — eridan bought off a number of the remaining detail, and so there's only a handful of loyal ones to kill. eridan gets right on that, quickly popping the first man through the throat and another in the head, because if you're going to run around with a tyrannical napoleon complex, you might as well learn how to shoot a fucking gun semi-accurately. then it's into some little cranny in the corner, ducked down uncomfortably, just before another two roll around the corner and start shooting. ]
Still kickin'?
[ this is (very cleverly) shouted to rose, letting them know she's there if they didn't already. wwelp. ]
MIGHT'VE POSTED THIS IN THE WRONG SPOT, W W H O O P S
Sure. Hope you like seafood.
[ to his credit, eridan walks out of the elevator in his tasteful black murder ensemble like he owns the place — it takes a certain sort of mindlessly stupid confidence to just walk out of an elevator, stroll up the hallway, and shoot a man in the throat, but he tries. he tries so hard to be cool.
oh my god does he try.
luckily, this is indeed an off day; something about a birthday across town his wife went to, or something. being a sentimental fella, this perpetually nameless minor crime boss sent the lion's share of his security along with her, just in case — eridan bought off a number of the remaining detail, and so there's only a handful of loyal ones to kill. eridan gets right on that, quickly popping the first man through the throat and another in the head, because if you're going to run around with a tyrannical napoleon complex, you might as well learn how to shoot a fucking gun semi-accurately. then it's into some little cranny in the corner, ducked down uncomfortably, just before another two roll around the corner and start shooting. ]
Still kickin'?
[ this is (very cleverly) shouted to rose, letting them know she's there if they didn't already. wwelp. ]