Your name is ERIDAN AMPORA, alternatively CAPTAIN AMPORA OF THE ROYAL ALTERNIAN NAVY, and you've been stationed in this crappy fucking town for the better part of the past sweep, and are due to stay until said sweep is over. It will be three months short of a human year until you are required to return to ALTERNIA. The fucking day can't come soon enough.
Against odds and your better judgement, you've made friends here. And by friends you mean a gossip buddy, a few acquaintances, and a hatecrush. You are on your way to visit your gossip buddy now, who is actually something akin to a MOIRAIL for you (in your eyes, at least), except you refuse to have that quadrant refilled ever. You've had a bad break in that area, worse than the 8ad 8r8k you had in the caliginous department that left you with the scar across your face. Bitch couldn't even make it two as a goodbye gift.
You take the long way to the flower shop because it's more scenic and it gives you time to think about shit.
> Eridan: Watch out for that troll.
What? What troll?
Oh. That one. The one who almost just ran into you like a fucking chump. Obviously a lowblood, and fuck if you know if he's new or not. You growl at him and
"Hey! W'watch w'where you're fuckin' goin'."
> Eridan: Show this guy who's boss.
Hell no, picking fights is why you're here in the first place. As much as you'd like to grab the guy and shake him a bit at least, you really shouldn't. Word gets around fast here. The BANKER is the only guy you can really pick fights with because you stone cold do not give a fuck. You settle for glaring at him from behind your thick rimmed glasses, half-hearted as it is. You just want to see Kan and get the day going.
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Against odds and your better judgement, you've made friends here. And by friends you mean a gossip buddy, a few acquaintances, and a hatecrush. You are on your way to visit your gossip buddy now, who is actually something akin to a MOIRAIL for you (in your eyes, at least), except you refuse to have that quadrant refilled ever. You've had a bad break in that area, worse than the 8ad 8r8k you had in the caliginous department that left you with the scar across your face. Bitch couldn't even make it two as a goodbye gift.
You take the long way to the flower shop because it's more scenic and it gives you time to think about shit.
What? What troll?
Oh. That one. The one who almost just ran into you like a fucking chump. Obviously a lowblood, and fuck if you know if he's new or not. You growl at him and
"Hey! W'watch w'where you're fuckin' goin'."
Hell no, picking fights is why you're here in the first place. As much as you'd like to grab the guy and shake him a bit at least, you really shouldn't. Word gets around fast here. The BANKER is the only guy you can really pick fights with because you stone cold do not give a fuck. You settle for glaring at him from behind your thick rimmed glasses, half-hearted as it is. You just want to see Kan and get the day going.