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towerofanimus2012-09-03 08:37 pm
chronomancer) wrote in towerofanimus2012-09-03 08:37 pm
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[CLOSED] because nobody knows that's how i nearly fell
Characters: Eridan & Jade, and Eridan & Equius
Setting: Media room, room 1-20.
Format: Action! Occasionally tl;dr action.
Summary: Eridan freaks out to Jade about Equius, then freaks out to Equius about Equius. Basically, teenagers failing horribly at romance. And worse, troll romance. (It's all Karkat's fault.)
Warnings: Troll romance. Purring trolls. Adorable-awkward shenanigans. And just plain awkward. Oh my god, so much awkward. Approach with caution.
Media room.
[Eridan fidgets. This is a constant law of the universe. He fidgets with his scarf, the hem of his shirt, the sleeves of his jacket. Unless he's intensely focused on something, like when he's shooting something, Eridan Ampora is always, always fidgeting. Recently, this has unfortunately translated to an urge to kind of maybe skin himself alive. But that was besides the point.
Eridan fidgets and shifts around the couch, trying to find a comfortable posture to wait for Jade to arrive. Oh god. Jade. Is he ready to do this? He's not sure he's ready to do this. He's not really sure if this whole crazy idea is going to work or not, but he kind of needs to talk to someone about this, and he might as well doing with his... moirail.
Oh god.
Don't mind Eridan, he'll just sit there. And fidget.]
Room 1-20.
[Eridan stares at the door for a long, long moment, fidgeting some more before he works up the nerve to knock. He really doesn't want to do this, at all, but it'll be worse if he doesn't.
He's not about to let Equius deal with Karkat just because Karkat is a meddling bitch that suddenly rediscovered his aspect and his willingness to fuck with people's quadrants and okay, gonna stop that train of thought before he gets angry. That's not conductive to the monumental fuck up he's about to commit.]
Eq?
Setting: Media room, room 1-20.
Format: Action! Occasionally tl;dr action.
Summary: Eridan freaks out to Jade about Equius, then freaks out to Equius about Equius. Basically, teenagers failing horribly at romance. And worse, troll romance. (It's all Karkat's fault.)
Warnings: Troll romance. Purring trolls. Adorable-awkward shenanigans. And just plain awkward. Oh my god, so much awkward. Approach with caution.
Media room.
[Eridan fidgets. This is a constant law of the universe. He fidgets with his scarf, the hem of his shirt, the sleeves of his jacket. Unless he's intensely focused on something, like when he's shooting something, Eridan Ampora is always, always fidgeting. Recently, this has unfortunately translated to an urge to kind of maybe skin himself alive. But that was besides the point.
Eridan fidgets and shifts around the couch, trying to find a comfortable posture to wait for Jade to arrive. Oh god. Jade. Is he ready to do this? He's not sure he's ready to do this. He's not really sure if this whole crazy idea is going to work or not, but he kind of needs to talk to someone about this, and he might as well doing with his... moirail.
Oh god.
Don't mind Eridan, he'll just sit there. And fidget.]
Room 1-20.
[Eridan stares at the door for a long, long moment, fidgeting some more before he works up the nerve to knock. He really doesn't want to do this, at all, but it'll be worse if he doesn't.
He's not about to let Equius deal with Karkat just because Karkat is a meddling bitch that suddenly rediscovered his aspect and his willingness to fuck with people's quadrants and okay, gonna stop that train of thought before he gets angry. That's not conductive to the monumental fuck up he's about to commit.]
Eq?
D'you want to have them agree to do this thing now, or wait until the Shadow event for drama points?
Right. Um...
[What a coincidence, Equius' eyes were drilling holes into the wall. Because apparently they can't even stand to look at the same place. He's a bit afraid to say anything because he knows that it would bring them closer to the inevitable point of the discussion, so clearly the best strategy is to say nothing at all.]
Don't you mean Awkward Points? [The answer is yes. Always yes.]
[Let's do the fidgeting thing. Because his fidgeting worked out so well last time, right? Just let him start small, worrying little holes at the edge of his shirt, worry worry worry worry go his claws, wearing down the fabric.]
Right.
"Awkward Points" wouldn't fit in the text box.
...Um, you...
[And after that helpful contribution, he lapsed back into silence, subconsciously backing into the nearest corner.]
Blah, excuses.
[That's a good start. Eridan swallows hard.]
I want to... er, probably should... um. That is. I have something to as---tell you.
[Telling. Not asking. Telling. All he has to do is tell, not ask. That's the one loophole in Karkat's bitching. That's it.]
no subject
[His voice is suddenly pretty choked. Why him? Why does this all have to happen to him?]
I mean... [Shit.] ...go on.
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...oh god.
[!]
I mean. Er. It's just that you're.
[A pitiful creature and he loves you. Er.]
Er. Well. Fuck, how do I say this.
no subject
[He blurted it out, and once again found himself stumbling around trying to keep up with his goddamn mouth.]
You don't have to... say it.
I know.
1/?
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...er.
Done!
...great!
[Eridan squeaked, snapping out of the momentary BSoD. Squeaked. He winced.]
I mean. I'll just. You know. Stop wasting your time. Yeah. Sorry.
[Yeah, not even waiting for an answer to that, absconding the fuck out of here.]
FINALLY
[SLAM]