Generationstuck Masterpost!

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THE PLURK

Post-scratch Ancestors/Pre-Scratch Guardians => Parents (or guardian, in Bro's case)
Pre-scratch Trolls/Alpha kids => Older siblings
Post-scratch Trolls/Beta kids => Younger siblings

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[princeafuckmylife]

[Eridan's head snaps back to its normal position, and while his eyebrows furrow his mouth stretches into a grin. He laughs a little, more like a disbelieving, relieved bark than anything. He should have known Sollux would have found it amusing. At least they can refrain from talking about their secret being released to someone of their families. Also god he loves that surge in Sollux's voice, loves it and bites his lip before he can speak.]

Ha, I...yeah, fuck yeah it is! He w'was just goin' on an' on about all this shit an' I fuckin' gave it to 'im right back! Fuckin' amazin', Sol.

[He scratches behind his ear, lets out another airy laugh. He's been so caught up in how pissed off Cronus is and will continue to be, and how angry his father's going to be about marring his elder son's face, and how pissed off he was, that he's just elated to hear someone appreciating him. He's liked that about Sollux, because even if they fight and are awful, they know that they're the best and it's great. It just is. Eridan's walking on air, and he stops on the sidewalk and waves down a cab.]

Pretty far, I didn't take my car, left too fuckin' fast. I've got a taxi, so I can be there in ten.

[He moves the mouthpiece part of the phone to his jaw, talks with the cab driver and gets into the back. Fucking hates cabs, but at least they're pretty common in this area. He lives along the coast, just far enough from the tourist-y spots to be left alone, but close enough to partake in the convenience of public transportation.]

Maybe twelve, dependin' on how fast this fucker goes.