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

[connedviakeyboard]

[Man, he doesn't like that glare, even if he started it first.

Just narrowing his brows.]

Yeah. Yeah I am.

How about you?

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

D'you even have to ask?

[Unsteady as Shadow is on his chair, he's still managing a lopsided sneer.]

[connedviakeyboard]

Bartender!

One more!

[And another round. And Benson just gulps that shit down the moment he gets it. It's like getting kicked in the face by a yak.]

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

[And Shadow's tossing his next drink down as well, gulping and gulping and... leaning way too far back to the point that he tumbles off the stool and onto his back.]

[connedviakeyboard]

[Benson's head slowly, practically rolls, in Shadow's direction as he falls to the floor. He thinks he should ask Shadow if he's alright, but he's a tough guy. Guy wouldn't appreciate that. And really, that he just couldn't...sit on a chair.

Funny. Too funny. Excuse Benson while he drunkenly laughs his ass off.]

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

[In any other circumstance, Shadow would probably shoot right back up to his feet with a sour glare on his face. Maybe even punch Benson right in the jaw for being an asshole and laughing at him when he's down. But the thing is...? This actually is pretty damn funny. So excuse Shadow while he's sprawled out on the floor, chest fur dampened by a small splash of whiskey, laughing his inebriated ass off.]

Didn't even---Didn't even feel a thing!

[This... is probably not something he should be laughing about.]

[connedviakeyboard]

[Benson just roars with laughter at that. There is no reason for that to be as funny as it is but holy God it is just the pinnacle of hysterical. Benson clutches his knees, trying to calm down.]

Y-you sure showed the floor a thing or two, huh?

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

Damn right. Taught that floor a lesson.

[He laughs for another good moment or so, until acting like a turtle somehow manages to lose its charm. Eventually. Shadow doesn't ask for Benson's help, though, pulling himself up by using the stool for support.]

[connedviakeyboard]

It-it won't talk back anymore, that's for sure!

[Still giggling, he'd ordered another drink in the meantime. Though at least he's fine with just sipping this one.]

You...you know something? You're alright.

[misterunsmiley]

Yeah? ...You're not so bad, yourself. Your flirting aside.

[Clambering back into his seat, with no lack of effort.]

[connedviakeyboard]

So, okay. I'm gonna be honest. I'm being honest right now, alright?

When I first met you? Thought you were gonna be an asshole. That's just how I thought you were acting.

But you're alright. You're okay. And I'm sorry.

[Benson just pauses at that, before laughing. You know what? He feels fine. So what the hell ever. No reason to be pissed off.]

Hey hey c'mon cut me some slack man. I haven't had a date since high school.

[misterunsmiley]

Apology accepted.

[He leans his elbows against the counter, folding his hands and resting them beneath his chin. At Benson's rebuttal, he scoffs.]

Please. Even I could do better than you. And I've never even been on one.

[Unless you count Valentine's Day. Which Shadow certainly doesn't.]

[connedviakeyboard]

Oh. Oh.

[So that's how we're going to play it, huh? Time to get nasty again.]

I'd just like to see you try and pick up a woman. Like to see you just try. You're a tough guy, sure, but shit. With that attitude you'd probably piss them off bad enough they wouldn't want to be within 20 feet of you.

[misterunsmiley]

[Shadow's cool with being a nasty drunk. He's nasty enough while sober.]

Is that right, Prince Charming?

[connedviakeyboard]

Yeah. It is. Know what? Cause I've at least kissed a girl before. How about you? How many girls have you kissed?

[1/3]

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

I've kissed one. What does it matter if---

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

[Wait. Shit. He wasn't supposed to say a word about that.]

[misterunsmiley]

...Don't say a word. You can't. This is between you and me, Benson. If you dare to tell anyone, anyone at all, I swear I'll... I'll...

[Hopefully think of a good threat.]

[connedviakeyboard]

[All the anger he'd been holding on to earlier? Dissipates. And he just sits there for a moment, before finally responding.]

Oh. Uh. Sure. Yeah. Yeah I can keep it a secret.

[misterunsmiley]

Good.

[Shadow raises his hand for another drink. No drink comes. So to make up for it, he awkwardly reaches for the beer he'd abandoned earlier in favor of whiskey and sips it for a lack of anything better to do.]

Damned human holiday...

[connedviakeyboard]

Tell me about it.

[Benson swirls the last dredges of whiskey around in his glass, tilting his head as he looks into it. It's as if he's trying to see if he can find something in it.]

It's a scam, you know? Setting up a single day for love. What kind of crap is that? It's a dirty, rotten scam.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

And, of course, this place finds a way to make it worse. It makes everything worse.

[connedviakeyboard]

I know. It's like-

You know. That Law. That one guy's Law. About things getting worse.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

It's a complete waste of time is what it is. Days like that are only meant to.... to distract you from what's important.

[connedviakeyboard]

No. You're right. You're right. It's laziness. It's a lazy day and so you don't...don't get what you need done. You get bogged down, and tied up, and everything else when there's work to do.