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"Still." Eridan swung his bag over his shoulder, making sure he didn't bump anything when he stood up and checking over his reflection in the window quickly. "You haven't made me late, not yet anyway. I'll be sure to come back, the coffee here is great." He grinned and turned to leave, checking he had everything again.
"Eridan. Nice to meet you mister un-ironic likes to poke dead things with a stick." He smirked and laughed a little, waving a bit as he hurried towards the door. "I'll be back for more coffee eventually! And the next discussion on weird ass dead things."
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Dave got up as he spoke, setting the plate and saucer on his tray, though he looked back at Eridan when he complimented his coffee. "What did I say? My coffee is great, probably the café's main atraction, after the brownies, of course"
He laughs softly at the last remark, making sure to reply without skipping a beat. "See you later, Mr. Unironic wizard augustus fanfic writer. Nice to meet you too." He waves back at him. "I'm sure you will, will have more dead thing facts for you when you come back, so I'll look forwards to that." he snickers, waving once more before going back behind the counter, thinking about washing these real quick.
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Eridan was grinning as he headed out of the door, avoiding a woman and two children as he sped up his pace. He was gripping his bag close with one hand and hurrying through the throngs of people. It was still drizzling, and as he jogged across the campus grounds the drizzle seemed to get harder and harder until he got to the lecture hall and it was near enough pouring down.
He was half a minute late to his lecture and got an intense stare all the way up to his seat. He didn't care, the talk about dead things and cliche writings was enough to put him in a better mood for the entire drab two hours.
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Clients soon started rushing into the coffee shop, one after the other, probably after the freshly baked cakes being displayed there, but none really did more than order and wish him a good day. Not that he minded, at all, he was busier thinking of more adjectives to add their sassy creation. It was oddly entertaining, he found himself thinking.
As soon as he ended his shift, he gave his apron to the guy cheking in, and hurried to get to his class, the rain now heavier, so he ends up drenched, but at least his book bag's insides were mostly dry. He spent his class adding silly little details to the drawing, while he took notes' like a tiny top hat, pretty content to have met up with Eridan.
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Eridan spent the entirety of his lecture on google looking up more interesting adjectives. It wasn't probably the best idea seeing as he had both a six-page essay and an up-coming exam for his Ancient history course. But it was fun and made him smile and snicker a bit. He also looked up what the fuck a trilobite was, just so he had a better understanding of it himself. Couldn't leave an opportunity open where he did not know about the sassy trilobite now could he.
It was still raining hard when his lecture finished, and he stood by the doorway staring in dismay. He didn't have an umbrella, and the jacket he was wearing, while old and worn in and so comfortable, was not waterproof. He was going to get soaked.
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His own class ended two hours after Eridan's, having started around the time he got out, and by then he was mostly dry, but the rain itself didnt show signs of having stopped. Sighing, he decides to wait at the coffee shop until the rain had at least stopped looking like it could seriously hurt someone's unprotected head, and so, he did his best to protect his face and bag as he ran through the wet paths.
He could have spent that time studying, but he ends up deciding that he might as well help, so he ends up taking an extra shift, keeping an eye out for a certain wizard enthusiast
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Eridan pushed open the door to the coffee shop again, gasping from the sudden change of air and shivering at the blast of warmth. Damn that was cold. His gills were making weird glubbing sounds as they tried to take in water that wasn't there, and he irritably yanked off his now soaked scarf with a scowl. So much for going home dry.
He patted his pocket, hearing the jingle and looking up. Might as well get something hot to warm himself back up with. He could already feel the sneezes and shivers coming on.
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"Yeah don't worry about it, I can heat it up for you, will that be all?" He asked, the teenager, that put the money on the counter before thanking him and joining his friends on a big table at the end of the room. He never did understand why everyone thought teens and young adults were a pain to serve, they were always the most polite, and he could alway appreciate that, as he was taking old people's orders for the most part, and they got pissy real fast.
Getting to it, he cut the sandwich that the guy requested in half, and put it in the microwave for about thirty seconds, taking a glance at the door, as had heard the jingle of the bell above it. Without him meaning to, a smile takes over his face, and he waves a little, getting the order together. His hair was different from that morning, having been dried with a towel in the back room, so now it was just slightly moist, yet messy.
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Eridan huffed impatiently at the shorter woman in front of him, who seemed to be taking her time to walk up to the counter as slow as possible. Dammit woman some trolls are freezing here! His fins snapped back once against his head in irritation, and he could tell his expression had soured enough to make the green blood to the left of him twitch and scoot away from him.
He looked up when the line finally progressed forward, blinking at the sight of a slightly more disheveled Dave and returning the wave. He was smiling slightly by the time he stood at the counter, raising an eyebrow slightly. "The tactless testy tired trilobite is touchy and not in the least tolerable of tranquil thoughtlessness." He looked a bit smug at his alliteration, lips curled up slightly in a smirk. "Hello Mister dead poker. I'll have the same as this mornin' thanks."
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He hurries to get the order to the table, needing to carry things in both hands, and arms. Yeah, arms, because apparently he was practicing to become a waiter with all the requests he was getting. At least they were four people now, so the line was moving fast and requests were being attended, which was more than he could say for the time he wasn't there. He made a quick job of checking if they had everything, and flashed them a courtesy smile, before getting back to the counter, just in time for Eridan to make his order, the other lady having already been attended by his coworker.
"Well hi there. First time I hear someone calling themselves a trilobite, and if you aren't, you sure do look like it." He snickered a little, nodding. "A mocha with a dash of cinnamon and.. a chocolate croissant, was it?" He remembered the order perfectly, after all it was the first he took that morning, and so he starts working on it, all the while still talking. "Go sit over there" He points at a table on the far left "It's near the heater, you'll dry quicker. I'll bring you a towel so that you can dry off." He offered. starting to make the mocha, trying to look at him while he spoke, for the most part.
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"First of all, I wasn't callin' myself a trilobite. Second of all, I know. Far too exotic to look like one." He flashed another sharp tooth grin, feeling utterly ridicules as he dripped over the floor. "Yeah that's it, thank you." He slid over the money, feeling just a bit too tired as he slumped into the chair next to the heater. It warmed him almost instantly, and he pulled off his glasses and set them on the tabletop. He didn't even want to consider the state of his notes.
Eridan shut his eyes, leaning back in his chair and trying to absorb as much heat as possible. He knew that he looked a right sight, still dripping water and absolutely soaked on his outer clothes. This week so wasn't in his favour.
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"No problem, you look like you need it." He smirked, taking the money and watching him sit. As he finished that order, he asked the girl next to him to cover him for a while, and she could do nothing but tell him that she would, as he had already helped a whole lot for the last hour or so. Satisfied with that, he fetched a dry towel from the back room, and came back with it, and Eridan's order on a tray, a different one this time, setting the things down. Dave hands him the towel, pulling a chair so that he can sit in front of him.
The first thing he noticed, besides the fact that he was dripping wet, quite literally, was his gills. As mentioned before, he didn't see a whole lot of sea dwellers, so that was sort of a shocker, in the positive way. "You don't look so hot there, tired trilobite lookalike." He smiled a little, shoving a hand in his pocket, before sliding him the drawing of the trilobite.
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His eyes snapped open when he heard the chair opposite him be dragged back, fins flaring wide. He blinked and squinted slightly, relaxing when he realised it was just Dave. He sighed, taking the towel and wiping first his face behind trying to dry his hair and his shirt. His jacket was hanging over the back of his chair. His hair was wavy by the time he pulled the towel away, waving and out of its perfectly styled do.
He pouted, glancing at his reflection and just sighing in defeat. "No idea what you're talkin' about Dave." His voice was drier than the Sahara, sarcastic as he reached for the mocha.
The drawing made him smile however, and he held the mug in both hands as he studied it. "Not bad. The top hat could've been a bit more flambouyant and sassy but I like it." He smiled, gills shifting a bit on his neck when he swallowed. The gill slits were nothing special, it was the vibrant filaments inside that usually caught people's eye. The violet was briefly visible as he breathed, and as he swallowed.
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He felt like teasing him about his hair, but it looked like he was bothered enough by is at it was, so he shut up for once in his life. "Well at least you have prime coffee to make up for that, and though the croissant isnt fresh now, i did you a favour and put it in the microwave for a minute or so"
He didnt bring a t-shirt, so the best he could do about the heat inside the shop was fold back his long sleeves, leaving his forearms exposed. Dave smiles a little once he realizes he likes it, admittedly proud if himself. "The top hat is a master piece, I know." He liked the maracas in it's hands more, though he isnt sure why he gave him those. "So, how was class?"
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"Of course. Prime coffee and lukewarm nibblies." He glanced at the displayed cakes and cookies, reaching for his glasses and drying them on the towel before slipping them back on his face. "Might get a brownie later." He cleared his throat, chin tucked against his chin as his gills shifted again. It was uncomfortable, having his gills bared to air and sight when only moments ago they were surrounded by wet cool cloth. He wasn't used to it.
At Dave's question he shrugged, tearing apart the croissant and taking a bite. "Class was class. Borin' an' drab an' totally unnecessary. My teacher mentioned twice last week that today she'd be givin' out extra notes an' study references I'd need for my exam. Did she do such thing? No of course not. Instead I get the most borin' thing I've ever had the displeasure of hearin'."
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"You might as well, they're a nice match for the coffee I make." He looks over his gills, pondering if he should say something, and ends up doing so. "Is the heat alright? If it is uncomfortable or something, you know, because of your gills, I can lower it."
A couple of people were eyeing them in a weird way, probably weired out by the fact that a human of all creatures was talking to a sea dweller. He didn't seem to notice though. "So more dead people and no notes. But you look like you know your shit, it probably wont be a big deal for you."
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Eridan merely hummed. He sipped at his coffee, warming his hands ontp the side of the mug and looking into the dark crema. "Hm? Oh no. It's fine. I'm fine. Just not used to havin' them uncovered." He gestured to his gills, shrugging one shoukder and tearing another bite off the croissant and popping it into his mouth. "The hetas nice actually. Surprised no one else was in this seat."
Eridan narrowed his eyes at ine human couple, fingers tightening in the mug before he redirected his gaze back to Dave. "All the more dead people, and no more notes. That lesson was merely a waste of my time." He huffed again and looked down at the drawing still in front of him. "Looked up in trilobites. I wanted to know what they actually are. Weird little things aren't they?" He looked up at Dave, raising an eyebrow.
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"Someone probably was, but people get in and out pretty quickly. You were lucky" he smiles softly, raising a brow once he sees him glare at someone, and looks back as well, only to see the couple hurry to get out of the shop, so he turns back around.
"Oh trilobites? Surprised you did research on it, but yeah, they're interesting. Better not let me start talking about rocks though, unless you want to fall asleep." He shrugs with a soft laugh. "There's a pokemon that looks like a trilobite" he muttered softy, though he was unsure of it's name.
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"I'm not movin' until either the rain stops or you kick me out. Anyone wantin' the heater should'a grabbed it before it was handed over to the selfish troll. Complaints can be made to the one in shades, thanks." He grinned, leaning back in his chair and closer to the heater.
"I was bored. And curious." He shrugged, fins wiggling a bit. "I know which one you're talkin' about but like hell if I'm gonna remember it's name." He closed his eyes, reaching up and pushes his glasses up to rub at the bridge of his nose. "It can't be more borin' than hypocritical romans."
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Dave laughs a little at that, nodding. "You have all the right to. That's what nice clients get, spots next to the heater and towels. The food isn't for free, but It's still a pretty sweet deal. See? Helpful life hack, befriend employees and see as your life becomes 110% easier and nicer." He glanced at the wet scarf, and then at him. "You might want to lay that across a chair or something, it will dry faster than on the table, as you're blocking the heat."
"And are you saying rocks that do not do anything whatsoever are more interesting than people? Dead people that you can poke with a stick?" He paused a little "I mean, okay, dead things are pretty cool alright, but the rocks don't really appeal to me. I think I can only really rant about rocks to Aradia." He's not expecting him to recognize the name or anything, but it gets old saying 'my friend' this, and 'my other friend' that. "And I'll keep it in mind that you're not only a wizard fanfic writer, you're also apparently a nerd." He teases light heartedly, leaning back against his chair with a grin.
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"Ara goes spelunkin'. There's a difference between pokin' rocks an' throwin' rocks at other rocks to see if that rock will impact the other rock." He shifted a bit, grabbing his scarf and hanging it across the other chairin such a way that it will dry quicker. "I'll be sure to make use of your gratious life hack more often in the future."
"People are borin' and so over done. Look at Shakespeare. I'm doin' him again this markin' period an' I'm so sick of it. Romeo and Juliet this, Hamlet that, ooh let's through in Macbeth why not. There are so many more interestin' plays an' stories an' anythin's. Instead we're doin' overused bullshit." He took another bite of the croissant, fins snapping back once against his head in irritation.
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"Point made, there is in fact a difference. Doesn't mean we can't talk about rocks though." He glances back at the line for a second, checking if anybody needed him there, but the seemed to be doing just fine. There was a distinct lack of children there, because kids usually thought trolls were pretty scary because of the horns and sharp teeth, so no tantrums being thrown.
"I can't say I have read any of his plays, honestly, and okay they're kinda old as hell, point made. So instead of those, that were probably more interesting at the time, knowing that they deal with problems at the time, what would you hook me up with, imagining I'd ask you for some dope paper aggregations to read."
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"Othello." He said immediately. "As you like it, Taming of the Shrew, Measure for measure, The comedy of errors, um..." He thought a bit, reaching into his bag and withdrawing a small notebook. Thankfully the cover nor the pages were wet, so he quickly flipped to a blank page and pulled out a pencil. He wrote down the ones he'd just mentioned and then two more. "Titus Andronicus and Coriolanus." He turned the paper around for Dave to see, fiddling with the pencil.
"Some of those the plays are more easier to understand than the actual readin's. But they're a few good ones. Some even have more modern adaptations. Ten things I hate about you is a modern adaptation of Taming of the Shrew."
"Do you know that Shakespeare is literally just an abundance of dick jokes and witty puns? Troll culture had a Shakespeare kin'a person. 'Cept his plays were more about the grisly deaths of true people, not as amusin' when it's your lineage gettin' the slap."
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His brows raised a little by how quick he was. Now he'd feel slightly crappy if he didn't at least watch a play or two, so without knowing, he had given him things to do in the evening. He took the paper in his hand, reading over a couple of them, and nodding as he spoke. Suddenly he couldn't help a slight smirk though, due to what he said next.
"I was well aware, actually. I've been told not to take it too seriously, but I can't take it seriously if I don't read his work, so, that's a problem right there." Dave wasn't much of a literature kind of guy, he'd rather spend the time he had on his turntables, or maybe writing a new SBaHJ comic. "Death doesn't sound as amusing as dick jokes, no, not at all." He agreed. "You guys need better writers"
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Eridan rolled his eyes, smiling as he lent back in his chair. "I'm sure you were." His tone oozed sarcasm, but his grin off put it by heaps.
"Yeah. We've never really had nor been good writers. My kind's all for the glory an' gore an' stuff. Even our movies are rubbish. I will admit that the renderin' they do of the old battleships is the best thing about the movies. Every thing else is just stupid. Never watch a troll made movie Dave, take it from me." He nodded seriously, picking up his mug and finishing off his drink. His hair was all waving and over the place now it had dried, and he scowled at his reflection as he ran a hand through his hair.
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