.004 ♒ chronicAugustus began drowning in self-loathing. [Text]

[chronomancer]

...i Am Awware
that i havve not been particularly
Composed
lately
so i wwould like to Apologize to anyone wwhos gotten caught at the receivvin end a me bein a grubfuckin asshole
so
Sorry







...that includes you, vvan--karkat
i said a lot a shit i shouldnt havve

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[chronomancer]

You shut up, this is your fault.

[caliginous]

There's no fault, Ampora, only the truth that I've been trying to feed your pan for...what...an hour?

[chronomancer]

...I hate you like I've never hated anyone in my life before.

[caliginous]

Because I'm right, or because I'm just that devilishly handsome?

[chronomancer]

[ R E T C H I N G noises, because he just hit rock bottom when it comes to maturity levels and the ability to can.]

[caliginous]

[He doesn't even care because he saw that whole conversation up there and is literally dancing in the hallway.]

[chronomancer]

[Crankily.]

Are we done now? Are you happy? You did the Heart-y thing and somehow quadranted the shit out of me. Good job. Can we move on to something else now?

[caliginous]

Why yes, yes we can.

Because there's still the matter of Equius at hand.

[chronomancer]

[Frostily.]

No.

[caliginous]

Oh yes. We're going two for two, Ampora.

[chronomancer]

...I really do so fucking hate you so much right now.

[caliginous]

Gunning for three for three, but last I checked, we were still talking in the red, not the black.

What do you have against taking what's already sitting right under your sniff node?

[chronomancer]

[Yeeah, nope. The only acknowledgement to that outrageous comment is a very choked sound that doesn't even qualify as words.]

It's a fucking terrible idea?

[caliginous]

You thought romancing Strider was a terrible idea five minutes ago. When are you gonna learn to listen to me on the first go-around?

[chronomancer]

...Because last week I legitimately thought I was going to shoot you on sight and it took a considerable effort not to do it. So fine, I hate to admit it, but I'm not a pacifying troll anymore. And given my potential to fuck shit up at the worst possible time, fine. I need a moirail. You got me one. In the weirdest, most awkward possible way, but fine.

[An awkward pause.]

...I don't need... you know. That.

[God, he so fucking hates talking about shit.]

[caliginous]

You were going to shoot me.

[He leaves it there. No need to talk about that.]

So because you don't need it, you're just going to gaze longingly across the room for the rest of your life? Toughen up those shameglobes, Eridan.

[chronomancer]

[He snorts, and on this, at least, he does sound firm.]

"Gazing longingly" doesn't get anyone hurt. That's good enough for me.

[caliginous]

Well, at least you aren't fucking lying to yourself about this one.

Now, are you gonna make me go talk to him instead, or are you gonna put on your big girl panties?

[chronomancer]

...leave him alone, Karkat.

[There's an... odd warning in that tone. Subtle. OU!Eridan would be familiar with it.]

[caliginous]

You talk like I'm gonna torture the poor kid. I ain't, but either way, you got an option here. What's it gonna be?

[chronomancer]

Leave him alone, Karkat. I already dropped a fucking bomb on him today. I don't know what's with the fucking sudden urge to muck around my fucked up quadrants, but seriously, leave him the fuck alone.

[caliginous]

Ain't got nothing to do with you, shades. Just my job. You happen to be an easier target.

By since you brought it up, what "fucking bomb" are we talking about here?

[chronomancer]

Which one do you think.

[caliginous]

If I asked, I obviously don't know. Contrary to popular belief, I only have eight eyes.

[chronomancer]

The big one, Karkat. He asked me where I'd gone while I was away.

[Though the real bomb was not so much the scratch and stuff, as his propensity for self-harming nervous ticks. OH WELL.]