When Eden saw Mikey had began to bite back a row of giggles after seeing his little aggravated attempt at pissing the staff off- he smiled. It was nice to make someone smile occasionally. It'd been awhile. And for some strange reason, he enjoyed seeing him laugh. Hmm. Interesting. In total he had only had four or five bags of things he'd boughten from walmart; all pretty much luxuries that would keep him busy from dying of boredom or starvation at the asylum. Sometimes it was the little things that kept you alive, you know? Sometimes, after a really shitty day- all you want is a vanilla cigar; and if you can't get it you'll pretty much throw a bitch fit or throw a movie at the wall. "I know, seriously. They act like we're going to hold up walmart with a gun the minute they turn their backs on us." He groaned, pushing the buggy out so Mikey could push his out as well. Even though he was disappointed they had to leave the real world and go back to the asylum; he was glad that he wasn't just going to go back and do nothing. Even though spraying all his clothes with air freshener sounded terribly exciting- he'd rather do something with mikey. It wasn't everyday you found someone who would actually want to watch some old-fashioned horror film with you. Or if you did; they were kinda creepy, or your mom. It was a nice change.

He hoped that after the fruitless attempt at irritating the staff they would still be allowed to watch a movie. You could get into trouble for just looking at someone the wrong way here- let alone blatantly and rather obviously try to get them to leave you the fuck alone. Somehow, he knew they were going to be able to watch the movie. It wasn't all the time that two patients would show interesting, and common qualities together. No one got along. Everyone was always beating everybody up, or threatening them through the walls. So, the staff would probably let it slide for the sake of peace for the night. Or maybe they were suspicious mikey and eden were starting a secret gang of some sort.

"Come to think of it, some moron probably did. I hope that mother fucker made it out of this place." Eden smirked for a moment, letting the idea linger in his head. Come to think of the idea and all of those little things- it seemed like it might have come out to be worth it. I mean- picture it; pulling out a handgun and blasting the poor bastard next to you, and everyone else in the Walmart before trying to make it out of the store. Damn. Sounds like one heck of an adrenaline rush. Sort of a beautiful thought, to be honest with you. Eden slowly realized he needed to drain the little mischievous smirk of his lips- because the ever-present hawks would probably assume he might be slipping a packet of gum into his pocket.

"You know that's kind of tempting. I sort of want to shoot everyone in walmart, and escape with just the skin of my nose or something now. Thanks, Mikey, I really do appreciate the thoughts now threatening to make me murder the people now staring at us." Eden smiled, chuckling softly. He had rung up all his items in the store, and handed in the cash. It hadn't been too much, to be honest. He'd survive. Especially if his mother might be sending another check soon... God he missed her. He swallowed. Upon realizing he might have to ask about the movies, his lips creased into a frown; rippling across the rest of the face.

"Do you mind asking? I'm kind of already in deep shxt with the staff.. I guess you're not supposed to threaten to kill a guard and rape the corpse up the ass." He bit his lower lip, eyes shifting to the ground for just a moment. This was an asylum for god's sake! Shouldn't they embrace necrophilia? Even if Eden really wasn't into that... it had been fun to say, right? Yeah- that guard was a douche anyway. He had no right to tell eden he needed to pull his pants up. He was just jealous because his wife was checking out his ass- because the guard's was too saggy or something. Hmm. Eden toyed with the idea of trying to talk to that chick staff member again. That'd be interesting... Too bad for the guard husband man thing. You snooze, you lose, right? It's only fair!