he's (misterenigma) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-05-26 07:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, death, eddie nigma |
quicklog: marvel taco shack muerte/eddie
[Chalk white bones were replaced by regular fleshy limbs, funeral suit replaced by jeans, nerdy t-shirt and a black blazer. He still smelled a little like a campfire, sugar and the rust of dried blood, which meant what he went through wasn't a dream. No, it was yet another little party thrown by Passages. He shook his fist up to the sky, cursing the hotel silently as passerby stared at him like he was crazy. He lowered his hand slowly and then looked down the street towards the comic book shop, squinting at the thought of going home (Crap, he needed to not call it that around Muerte. Mental note made!) and decided something else was needed. Margaritas and tacos. He smiled, remembering the time he had found a drunk Muerte with her dark hair tumbled over her shoulder as she could barely take him being so him. Usually the thought of someone not wanting all of this would make him want to get a goddamned lobotomy, but with Muerte it was different. She shushed him with an upturn of her lips and the smirk was a lot brighter than the coy ask for quiet.
So, he left her a message that simply said Taco Shack and made his way a few blocks down to it. Maybe it was way too early for tacos or margaritas, but their new favorite Mexican joint opened for omelettes and that was good enough for him. Even if they were inferior to Gotham omelettes.
When Muerte got there, he was in a back booth, feet up on a nearby chair as he drank coffee and read an actual, honest-to-god newspaper. The whole place was completely empty save him and the guy behind the counter (Marco). Music gently played from a radio on the counter and it wasn't enough to drown out the sizzle of bacon or the crinkle of newspaper. Eddie looked up as the door jingled open and he smiled gently at her. "Can you believe they still make these? Look, it's real paper." He said with amazement as he held up the newspaper like a relic.]