“Let’s eat him,” Venom hisses.
“He spilled coffee on us,” Eddie says, rolling his eyes. “You’ve gotta stop keeping us up late watching Real Housewives, you get bitchy when we’re sleepy.”
“They amuse me,” Venom says, defensively.
“I’m really sorry,” the guy interrupts, “but–are you that dude with the alien? The journalist?”
“He knows too much, Eddie,” Venom says, rippling a little inside of Eddie, under his skin. “Let me eat him. He looks delicious.”
“We’ve been on the news like thirty fucking times, everyone knows,” Eddie says. “And I don’t care if he looks delicious.”
“…should I be flattered or scared?” the guy asks, smiling. It’s a nice smile.
“It’s hard to say,” Eddie says.
“Fuck him if I can’t eat him,” Venom says.
“Bitchy and slutty. Jesus.”
“Oh, I actually heard that last bit,” the guys says, kind of faint, looking surprised and–interested, definitely interested, cheeks pink. Not everyone goes for the creepy alien thing. Eddie’s. Also interested. “Uhm, I’m Foggy.”
“Eddie,” Eddie says. “I’m real sorry, they think you look delicious and we’re still working on boundaries.”
“Boundaries,” Venom says, scoffing.
“I guess I’m flattered then,” Foggy says, shifting on his feet. “Do, uhm–do you think I look delicious?”
“Oh,” Eddie says. “Yeah, we’ve–we’ve got the same type.”
QUICK AND DIRTY AND UNEDITED
oh my god, they were roommates 