[Eridan never understood why his genetics were always forced into waste on these experiments. Those were his royal genetics, and fuck everyone who thought they could be compatible with another race's. This isn't the first time, and Eridan knows it won't be the last.]
[To be expected but not respected, his species' mating habits are completely ignored, here. Here, he doesn't have a bucket to empty himself into. When the crossbreeding sessions come to the climax, the floors and tables get washed with purple, his royal-as-fuck purple. After the first time or two, it stopped being so embarrassing; now it was their goddamn mess to clean if they couldn't take the fucking hint, and fuck if he gave a shit if he came violet all over his "partner."]
[Today is a meeting with margin for consent. Eridan smoothes his hair back against his head and then crosses his arms. His gills are exposed, and he's not sure why that's so important. The alien girl in front of him looks fragile, but at least she's not too strange looking. He nods to her, appearing much more confident than he actually feels.]
Hey.
[He looks her up and down, takes in her shape, form, how she carries herself, and settles on her eyes. Somewhere in there, he can see a strong girl, but, just like everyone else captured in this damn facility, sparks are hard to find. His stare, iris rimmed with the violet of his blood, now, remains stern on her before raking down her body once more.]
You're the next in line for this pointless breedin' attempt?
[He scoffs, but he's really glad. Something resembling his own kind, for once, and she seems nice enough.]
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[To be expected but not respected, his species' mating habits are completely ignored, here. Here, he doesn't have a bucket to empty himself into. When the crossbreeding sessions come to the climax, the floors and tables get washed with purple, his royal-as-fuck purple. After the first time or two, it stopped being so embarrassing; now it was their goddamn mess to clean if they couldn't take the fucking hint, and fuck if he gave a shit if he came violet all over his "partner."]
[Today is a meeting with margin for consent. Eridan smoothes his hair back against his head and then crosses his arms. His gills are exposed, and he's not sure why that's so important. The alien girl in front of him looks fragile, but at least she's not too strange looking. He nods to her, appearing much more confident than he actually feels.]
Hey.
[He looks her up and down, takes in her shape, form, how she carries herself, and settles on her eyes. Somewhere in there, he can see a strong girl, but, just like everyone else captured in this damn facility, sparks are hard to find. His stare, iris rimmed with the violet of his blood, now, remains stern on her before raking down her body once more.]
You're the next in line for this pointless breedin' attempt?
[He scoffs, but he's really glad. Something resembling his own kind, for once, and she seems nice enough.]