♒ Eridan's wwhatevver book ♒

Wicked Juices

"I /cannot/ believe I'm back to this pathetic timeline, to see this idiot who doesn't even know about my relationship with him!" The prince exclaimed in irked manner, he rubbed his temples as well to calm his nerve.

"Aw, now, come on sweetcake, why do you all up and insult a brother like that? ain't up for hurting my feelings this quick, amirite?" A stoned voice spoke, chuckling a bit afterwards. This was obviously a different timeline Gamzee.

Eridan rolled his eyes and watched him with his arms crossed. "Well, what are you doing sitting on the floor then?" He questioned, before having to lift his gaze up since the juggalo stood up, tall as ever.

"I'm just tryna' sell this sweet juices out~" The bard replied, waving a potion in front of the prince's face. Obviously, he wanted to pursue Eridan into buying one.

The prince grunted about to smack the potion out of his face before he hesitantly grew curious about what does things could actually do. "Um.. well.. q-question.. what does the green one do..?"

Gamzee smiled lopsided, gesturing to the potion with his free hand with a slightly slumped figure. "This hella sweet miracle all up and would make anyone be all kinds of in love with ya, much like falling head over heels for some motherfucker."

"Intriguing.. what does the red one do..?" Eridan tilted his head with a questioning expression.

"Now that one ain't much use to ya, but, if ya ever wanna get back at a motherfucker for being a hella shitty bro or sis, no discrimination here, you can always count on this one to make them have one of the /baddest/ hair day in history."

"You mean-"

"Motherfucker's gonna have his hair all up and fall off like a faygo getting spilled along with a splitting headache that'll want to make enough cut their heads off~" The indigo blood cut in, then showed him the blue one. "Last one i have on me, this bitchtits does magic of it's own, by that I mean, health."

Eridan mouthed 'oh' then nodded, watching Gamzee shuffling a bit with his codpiece, he hasn't had the will to look away from that absurd thing each time he tried looking straight at Gamzee's face while he talked, his eyes went directly to the codpiece, and strangely, the juggalo noticed but didn't say anything- yet.

"Well.. Would it help you if I bought one?" He spoke, after the short moment of silence between him and the bard.

Gamzee nodded rapidly at him, grinning like the adorable killing doofus he is. "It would be more than fuckin' appreciated. Though, it'd cost ya twenty boonies, yo." He lowered it for Eridan's sake, cutie patootie didn't deserve to spend 420 boonbucks on that.

The prince let out an unsure hum then sighed in defeat, he just can't say 'no' to that clown's face, digging into his pocket to just pull out the amount of boonbucks he needed and handed it to him, "well.. here, you clown fuck, gimme the blue one, that'll come in handy." He said, having the potion handed to him.

"Ka-motherfucking-ching, bro! You all up and made my day more miraculous! And, um, by the way, this fucker got ya gettin your peeps on this codpiece since ya got here bro, don't try to all sorts of deny it, I know ya be wanting fucking touch it."

"E-Excuse me?! No! You're so repulsive, Gam!"

"Heheh, no shit."

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A: i'm not sorry. That red/green potions better not get in the wrong hands.