4th Gumball - Phone/Action

[connedviakeyboard]

[Well, someone isn't happy now that he's back to normal and away from the effects mint has on him. To say he was embarrassed would be putting it lightly; Benson was out and out ashamed. And he dealt with shame the way he dealt with everything else: by being angry as hell and trying to bottle it up.

Either way? He owed some apologies to people.]

[Phone]

...Look. I know that there were a few people I might've been...uncouth towards, a few days ago. Okay. I guess that's putting it lightly. I was acting like an asshole. And I'm sorry. That's not what I'm usually like. It really, really isn't, and I don't know what came over me. It won't happen again.

[Phone - Filtered to Mordecai]

Yeah, hi.

Let's pretend Valentine's Day didn't happen, alright?

[Action - Outside 507 Ricardo Street]

[If you're going by Ricardo Street today, feel free to notice the man who lives at 507 removing every single potted plant he could find in the house, hell, everything that could conceivably be called vegetable matter, and placing it on the sidewalk. Watch in amazement as he takes out a lighter and proceeds to try and get the plants to catch flame, running back a bit when the fire actually gets started.

He's just going to wait, and watch, as every plant that had previously been in his house burns.]

Comments

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

Had you done it sooner, there's a chance that whatever was in those flowers would have spread much faster. ...Not that it matters, anyway. There were more than enough of them scattered around town.

[connedviakeyboard]

I don't get it. What was even the point of this one? To have us all make asses out of ourselves?

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

Assuming they had nothing better for us to do, I suppose. [A beat.] ...You're sounding more like yourself.

[connedviakeyboard]

Yeah, funny what not being mind-controlled by plants can do for you.

Didn't seem like they got you though.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

...I'd rather not talk about it.

[Which is basically Shadow-speak for "Yeah, they did."]

What are your plans now? Apart from this incineration of yours.

[connedviakeyboard]

There's a bar here, right?

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

I believe so. You intend to drown your sorrows in alcohol, then?

[connedviakeyboard]

Y'know, I'm not drowning myself. I just want a drink. That's it.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

And you think that will help?

[connedviakeyboard]

God, what is the problem here? All I want is to have a drink! What's the matter with that?

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

[To be honest, Shadow's never really tried alcohol before. Never really saw the point or the appeal of it. But here? Now? He's starting to consider it.]

...Nothing. If you have no objections, I think I might join you.

[connedviakeyboard]

[Oh. Well he thought you were going to chew him out or something.]

Uh. Sure. I don't mind, if you want to.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

Thanks. [A curt nod.] Shall we be going?

[connedviakeyboard]

Sure, I guess.

You want me to drive?

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

If you like.

[Shadow could always just teleport them there but for once, he's not exactly in a rush to go anywhere. A drive could give him more time to stew a bit within his own thoughts.]

[connedviakeyboard]

Alright.

[And he'll go to the car and unlock it, open the passenger side door for Shadow first before getting in and starting the engine up.]

...I really am sorry about Valentine's Day. That really isn't me.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

I know that. It's fine.

[After buckling his seatbelt, he flashes a smirk to Benson. To lighten the mood.]

Besides, I'm sure you've come to realize by now that I'm much too far out of your league, regardless.

[connedviakeyboard]

Uh huh. Sure. Would have liked to have seen how well youd've done, high on that crap.

[Still, he can't help but smirk a little too. At least you're decent enough to talk to, Shadow.]

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

I'm sure.

[He sinks a bit lower into his seat, arms folded in obvious displeasure.]

[connedviakeyboard]

[Oh. He may have gone too far.]

....Hey. I was, y'know, just joking.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

[A measured sigh.]

I know.

[Though Shadow's known to crack the occasional joke, he never really does care to be the subject of them.]

Let's get going.

[connedviakeyboard]

[Benson just shrugs, putting the car into drive as they head out into the town.]

...You think we'll get a break soon? I mean the last two events happened pretty close to each other.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

I would hope so. There aren't many major holidays in the spring.

[connedviakeyboard]

Far as we know. This town might be the kind of place where it'd decided some small regional holiday could be enough. Who knows.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

Don't give them ideas. The last thing we need to see are decorations for "Mayfield Day" or some other such nonsense.