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[agoodoffen2e.livejournal.com]

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[wwaterboy]

I didn't believve in it until she fuckin' fixed my clothes wwith a wwavve of her hand, and then turned herself into a fuckin' sea dwweller so she could swwim with me.

[Yeah, he's quite taken with her.

They finally reach his level and he moves to his door, pauses, then reluctantly unlocks the door and opens it]

[agoodoffen2e.livejournal.com]

Aww, Ee-dee hath a crush~ [He doesn't mind of course. The feelings sound infinitely more flushed than anything Sollux needs to worry about.]

Not two shabby. [And he just pushes himself past Eridan to take a look around the room]

[wwaterboy]

Shut up, you slippery eel. She's a wweird pink-skinned alien wwith no horns. [He growls, but he does have a bit of a flush crush and there's no reason why Sollux should care about that, anyway.

And fuck, why did he bring him here? So he could march into the place and look around like he owns it. Eridan rubs his shoulder and follows him in, closing the door behind him. Only two of the four beds are occupied, and Eridan's is pretty easy to tell from the sea shells scattered about and a bowl with a cuttlefish sitting on the side table.

He sits down on the sleeping rectangle, glaring at Sollux]

Satisfied?

[agoodoffen2e.livejournal.com]

[Predictably, he looks around like he owns the place. Once he reaches Eridan's table, he pokes the bowl with the cuttlefish watching it swim around with terror away from the giant finger. They were weird little creatures, but kind of cute in their uncouth, 2eadweller sort of way.]

Ith she a cute alien at leatht? [Nope, he's not letting that go, even as he sits next to Eridan on his rectangle.]

[wwaterboy]

Wwhat, are you bein' possessivve, noww? If anything happens betwween us, it'll be flushed, an' I definitely hate you, so it's none of your coddamn business. [Scowling and inching away a little. Personal space, have you heard of it??]

[agoodoffen2e.livejournal.com]

What, am I not allowed to be curiouth about your other quadrantth?

[wwaterboy]

No. [Flatly. He's definitely not talking about his pale quadrant either. Not with this highblood asshole who would cull his moirail as soon as look at her]

[agoodoffen2e.livejournal.com]

Why the fuck not? [Sollux makes a living off of being a nosy fuck. And he's very, very bad at switching that off.]

[wwaterboy]

[He's not about to say 'because my moirail is a Tyrian blood', so he just glares] Because you're a fuckin' asshole, that's wwhy.

[agoodoffen2e.livejournal.com]

[A few red and blue sparks move between Sollux's horns, but he doesn't really have a reason to attack. Yet.] Yeah? So fucking what! I'm well within my rights to know!

[wwaterboy]

[Eridan lifts his lips in a snarl] You'vve got no right to knoww, and I don't wwant to talk about this, so change the fuckin' subject or get the fuck out a my respite block!

[agoodoffen2e.livejournal.com]

Shit you're tho fucking touchy. [He leans back slightly. He ain't even thinking of leaving.]

[wwaterboy]

[He grumbles and looks away, scowling] I don't knoww wwhy I'm evven botherin' wwith you wwhen you're going to just be such an asshole and think you can run my life, like alwways. To most a the trolls here you're the lowwblood and I'm the highblood, you knoww.