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[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Tucked away in the back of the library is a table loaded up with books. On top of the books are boxes of multi-colored pencils, a good fraction of them snapped into unusable pieces. And seated at the table, obscured by all the books and boxes, is a troll, bent over a notebook, maroon colored pencil in hand, coloring away. He has homework he should be doing, but he doesn't really care. In that moment, all that mattered to him was the drawing of a robotic girl with large red eyes and graceful curves.]

Ah... Aradia... How I long to gaze once more into your soulless eyes... to read your words of patience and obedience... to hold your cold metal chasis in my arms...

[He sighs longingly, putting aside his pencil to trace blue bow lips, then glances around conspiratorially. There was no one around, was there? No one was watching? No, the coast was clear.]

[Biting his lip, he picked up the notebook, holding it aloft in front of him. With one last glance, he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to the drawing.]

[Moments later, he leaned to the side, cradling the notebook in his arms as if he was sweeping it off its feet, passionately kissing the drawing.]

Comments

okay done.

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

[Wait no what are we doing stop daydreaming. Instead, he'll just... move his hand to his mouth and cough.]

What do we have here?

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[choke. WHY WON'T ANYONE LET HIM MAKE OUT WITH ARADIA IN PEACE GOSH DARN IT?!]

[Just going to. Glare. At Eridan over the top of the notebook]

Nothing.

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

[YOu're making out with a sheet of paper in public. What do you expect?]

From what I heard, it happened to be much more than that.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Semi-public. Look, he has all these books around him]

You heard nothing. Nothing was happening. I'm doing art homework.

[he lies]

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

[Those books can't do shit when you do stuff like that.]

Really? So, I heard nothin' poetic come from your mouth at all. The only thing that I heard was the sound a you doin' your homework.

[Hands? They're being crossed.]

Now... I could offer you somethin', but, oh... what am I sayin'? I know you'd never think a somethin' a that nature regardin' me an' you. Since... I happen to be a troll a the sea dwellin' persuasion, while you one that naturally walks on the land itself.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[ . . . ]

[Tryingnottoblush]

You were flirting with my kismesis. Why would I want anything do with you after that? Especially romantically.

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

[Do it.]

Please. I was not flirtin' with that... ... [Did he roll his eyes as he said the next word? Yes, he did.] fudgeblood. Especially when I promised you I wouldn't. All a that supposed flirtatious hate and spiteful vibes I was sendin' his direction? Platonic. All a them.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Not going to believe it. Just going to hug his drawing of Aradia to his chest and stare blankly at Eridan]

I don't feel anything for you, Eridan. I am not interested in a romance of any kind at this point in time aside that which I have established.

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

[Maaaaan...]

See, that's what they always say. Surely there's somethin' you're feelin' here? [He pauses to bump his own chest.] It doesn't have to be necessarily strong or nothin' now, but... even the tiniest hint a somethin'?

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[huff] My pity is reserved for Aradia.

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

... Are you sure, Eq'?

[He could call you pretty.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[What is that face, Eridan.]

[Aradia, save him from this]

Are you interested in me simply because I am here, or are you interested in me as a person?

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

[That is his face he saves for times like this, obviously.]

Bo-- Er... The second one, obviously.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[(so unsure)]

Prove it.

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

[putting him on the spot, you bastard. :T]

W-what really, r-right now??

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Sorry. Only not really.]

Um. I don't know. I think I need to talk to Nepeta.

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

[;_;a]

Oh... [His shoulders slump... He knows the ultimate answer, but he's trying to remain hopeful.] I see. Consort with your moirail, I can wait forever.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Grk. This is... horrible. He needs to get away from Eridan right now before he agrees without thinking things through. Because when Eridan is hopeful, he sparkles, and when he's disappointed... well, he still sparkles, but he does it pathetically.]

[And it sets off every submissive, must please the highblood bone in his body but mostly the one in his pants]

I doubt it will take that long.

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

[You'd think that he'd be used to the thought of rejection, but he's just a kid ... a stupid kid, but still a kid!

Before he thinks that he's looking like a fool much longer, he smiles and gives a small wave as he turns around.]

In that case, report your answer as soon as you get it. I'll be waitin', you know~...!

[And... off he goes. What have you done, Equius?]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[He's done something awfoal. As soon as Eridan is gone, Equius drops his head into his hands and groans. Suddenly, it's a lot easier to think, and he's full of shame and trepidation.]

[Can he just... not talk to Nepeta about this and avoid the seadweller forever? Because he would like that very much.]