The Devil's Nest, Monday, November 28, 2022

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Eric came into the bar to discover a six-foot tall turkey sculpture made out of stuffing and mashed potatoes and placed right on top of Lucifer's piano.

"Why," Eric asked, pointing to the sculpture. "Why?"

Tiny shrugged.

"Well, at least it'll piss off Lucifer, too," Eric decided, looking on the bright side.

The Devil's Nest was open.

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"I'm sure he'd love to work in Cup Noodle," Eric said. "The freak."

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"Yeah, right?" Gladio couldn't keep the smirk off his face if he tried. "What a weirdo."

A weirdo he might definitely need to talk to later. What? He supported local arts!

"So. How've you been, Eric? Guy like you do anything for that holiday we just had?"

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Eric shook his head. "I don't eat food," he said, "so it's not really my holiday. I prefer Halloween where I can really lean into the stereotypes. How about you?"

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"Not from this world," Gladio offered, "much less this country, but my roommate's a total gourmand and will take an excuse to take over a kitchen. So from where me and my stomach are sitting, I'm a fan of it so far."

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"Did he serve Cup Noodle?" Eric asked.

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"No," Gladio snorted slightly, despite being pretty sure he could see Ignis' disapproving frown at such a notion all the way over here; there was a good chance, after all, that Ignis actually did hear that, his hearing these days was insane, "unfortunately. But hey, we can't all be perfect."

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"Cup Noodle stuffing," Eric said. "It could be a good idea."

It wasn't.

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Uh, it was now!

"....oooh, that's good," said Gladio, moving as if to check his pockets (of his very tight leather pants that very clearly did not contain a pen) for a pen. "I'm gonna need to write that one down."

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Eric was just going to crane his neck ever so slightly to watch the pants moving.

You know, in appreciation.

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Well, it's not like Gladio wore them to not be appreciated! So it would be good to know that his efforts weren't entirely in vain.

"Ah," he said, settling back after a semi-thorough searching pat-down, "no pen. Guess I'll just have to hope I remember."

As if he could forget!

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"I think Tiny has one behind the bar," Eric said, stretching over it to show off his ass leather pants, too.