[Eridan holds still for. Perhaps fifteen seconds. Precisely. He knows, he counted. And then he started twitching, clicking the tips of his claws with each other. You know. Nervous energy. Right.
Man this was so not how he expected this to go.]
...I can go. If you want. I mean. I said my shit and owned up my bullshit and I really understand if you'd rather drop me off a cliff than help out, so I can. You know. Leave. If you want.
[Oh hey, now he's worrying his thigh, though at least for now all he's doing is messing with denim. Denim is thick enough to handle his claws better than his shirt.]
[action oh baby, how could I resist you]
Man this was so not how he expected this to go.]
...I can go. If you want. I mean. I said my shit and owned up my bullshit and I really understand if you'd rather drop me off a cliff than help out, so I can. You know. Leave. If you want.
[Oh hey, now he's worrying his thigh, though at least for now all he's doing is messing with denim. Denim is thick enough to handle his claws better than his shirt.]