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[maladgogo]

So here he is, doped to the eyeballs, dressed in comfortable pajama pants and a sheer white tanktop, meandering through the halls of the Ampora mansion and greeting whoever he might come across on his trek to the kitchen. He was damned hungry, after having spent the greater part of the day in Eri's bedroom, sprawled out and munching contentedly on a small variety of edibles that, honestly, were less than filling. Add to that a bad case of the munchies, and he felt it necessary to raid the sizable kitchen of the estate.

They always had the best shit in stock here anyway. Fresher than most things at home, besides the veggies that grew in the same greenhouse as their much more psychoactive crop did.

It was with a song stuck in his head and causing his steps to be rhythmic and his hips more mobile than usual that he stepped into the kitchen, making his way around a familiar path to stop at the refrigerator. His loccs were hanging around his face, only half of them tied up behind his head, obscuring his periphery as he fished for the jug of milk, as well as the strawberry syrup that he'd brought over, himself. Perfect way to quench the cottonmouth and sate his need for proper sweet. He was mouthing a catchy K-pop tune with his hips switching subtly to the beat when he turned to place his plunder on the counter, and only then did he actually catch sight of the other person in the kitchen.

Person, not human. As tall as he was or thereabouts, grey, finny... "Yooo Glowstick. You have a motherfuckin' growth spurt when I wasn't lookin'? Dayum, lil' brother." All of it said to this new alien Ampora's back. The horns were recognizable enough, after all.

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[finnyacademic]

"Wwrong Eridan, but you're in the ballpark," Eridan said flatly, around a lit smoke dangling from his lips. He'd been warned - well, more like told endlessly about - Eri's boyfriend, and his frequent returns back to the town from his stint in culinary school up north. So it wasn't any surprise to watch the doped up clown human saunter in - except for the fact that he was wearing clothes, the clothes were a pleasant surprise - and Eridan turned to face the other. He was working on making breakfast for the troop, including a light breakfast for Glowwstick and himself. The human Amporas and Jerry had substantially heavier breakfast needs, so he was flipping a blueberry pancake on a pan while bacon sizzled on a griddle nearby.

"Hi, I'm Eridan. They call me Prince, though, to avvoid confusion." He offered a hand out to the tall glass of motherfucker before him. "You hungry? Wwait, wwho am I askin', you're Gam, right? Makaras are alwways hungry, from my experience."