Picnic Time!

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Picnic Meme

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It's time for a picnic! Are you on a date or just hanging out with a friend? What kind of food did you bring--homemade, store-bought, or take-out? The nice thing about picnics is you can have them just about anywhere, like the park or your front lawn or that little grassy patch by your apartment building. You don't even have to sit on the ground, honestly, that's what picnic tables are for! Hopefully it's a nice sunny day and you don't get rained out, but maybe you brought an umbrella just in case.

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[crazycollar]

[There are human picnickers all over the park. The end of school trip isn't even the only hosted event here. The amount of witnesses is staggering.]

[None of them are paying attention to the completely undisguised alien sitting in 6 inches of lukewarm water right out in the open. Typical. If asked, Dib would probably manage a halfhearted diatribe about being the only one monitoring the threat to their species, but honestly, he's hot too. It's too humid today for unprompted rants.]

What, they don't have summer on your home planet?

[He takes a sip of his soda, freshly fished out of the half-melted cooler. It's off-brand root beer that tastes like it might be made with beetroot instead of sassafras, but at least it's cold.]

It'd probably help if you took off the stupid scarf.

[wrathandangels]

[Eridan scoffs. They don't really get seasons on Alternia, there are periods where it's warmer or colder but for the most part who cares. It's never warm at night which is when he's awake and the slime he sleeps in is temperature controlled so he wouldn't know if the daylight is particularly warm. Basically, he can't reliably answer the question.]

Wouldn't you like t' know.

[He lifts and end of his scarf to examine it, carefully consider it. Dib's right, as much as he hates to admit it. Letting the breeze hit his gills would be great but at what cost?]

An' let my disguise down? A'course you'd want that.

[He drops the scarf and continues to stew in his misery. He gets away with a lot of his "disguise" which is basically just his scarf. Horns? Cosplay. Skin? Condition. Eyes? Another condition. Teeth? Cosplay. But the second he takes off that scarf and the gills are exposed, suDdEnlY he's not human anymore. Losers.]

[crazycollar]

[Dib rolls his eyes.]

You know, you don't have to tell me you can't handle earth summer. You smelled like a dead fish before we even got off the bus!

[He wrinkles his nose. It's not an untrue statement, although Eridan smells a bit fishy on the best of days.]

There's no point in hiding them. Everyone will see all your gross fishy... things soon enough, once the FBI has you pinned down to a table somewhere.

[He takes another sip of his soda.]

[wrathandangels]

[Eridan makes a big show of rolling his eyes.]

Aren't you just a fuckin' joy.

[He growls but, honestly, the heat is taking some of the bite out of him.]

Where I'm from, [pointed note to not say "planet"] we cull red-blooded peasants like all'a you! Bunch'a mutants! Couldn't get me on any table if you tried.

[Because, truly, that's been the most shocking part of this whole thing: all the candy-red blood he's seen.]