voice;

[amoray]

[he doesn't start speaking right as the feed starts! there's a solid second or two of eridan trying to find his train of thought, the occasional heavy, expectant breath or two the only signs of his false starts.]

Well, Mexico was a shipload a fun. Don't know about anybody else's impromptu as fuck abscondin'.

Not my point of makin' this point though, so listen up, landlubbers.

[there is a decided lack of flair in eridan's voice, despite the (sharp, direct) pun/nautical reference or two. he's purposeful.]

They say they're cuttin' me loose soon, probably on account a my bein' such a charminly well-behawed prisoner and all. Due to personal circumstances, I'll be needin' to get a few affairs in order before my date a release.

I need a place to liwe, a tutor for the upcomin' schoolfeedin' year, and hopefully enough, some manner a profession. If you're willin' to hire a sewen solar sweep year old like myself, a course, don't want to go about misleadin' folk. Lyin' to 'em. Suchlike.

[a stale beat.]

No nosy hiwemates. Roommates, whatewer. I don't fuckin' like most a you and I probably won't giwe a shit about your problems, so keep your cartilage nubs outta mine. I got more than enough beetles in my coffers to keep me afloat for a while, so rent ain't gonna be an issue. Probably.

[a beat. he sounds like he means to say something dramatic or heartfelt to top off his posts like usual, and then:]

Preferably cat friendly. But I'm flexible.

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[enigmaestro]

Hardly worth my time, you say.

[A light tone. Coaxing.]

[amoray]

You're greater than he is. Both a us know that. You got the capability to do so much more than he ewer could.

[equally coercive. he tells himself he just wants to see eddie as alone as he is, but he can't completely ignore the jealousy burning in his stomach either.]

And don't tell me you didn't enjoy yourself when he was away.

[enigmaestro]

Ah. But even god need to be grounded sometimes. Mitchell has always been a... Persuasive man, actually, I won't deny his utility.

And I feel, in consequence, I am duty-bound to defend his name. Perhaps even duty-bound to regret his absence for long periods of time.

[amoray]

You're attached.

[his tone of voice screams... well, lots of things. for the most part, it's revulsion and bitterness. but then again, eddie never praised him so openly.]

Cute. It's gonna drag you down in the end, but it's cute.

[enigmaestro]

[He's hoping it hurts, he's hoping it makes an impact. This is his own form of grief, in this twisted and obsessive expression.

Sometimes, just sometimes, he destroys to create.]

Your concern is endearing, Eridan, but I wouldn't call you a prophet.

[amoray]

No, I'm not.

[it's dull, bordering on apathetic. listless.

suddenly he doesn't feel like talking so much anymore.]

Was that it?

[enigmaestro]

Yes, I do believe it was.



Oh. Except for the matter of the cat.

[amoray]

I'm done talkin' to you.

[enigmaestro]

Then I will send you the relevant information at a later date, how's that?

[amoray]

Sure. Great.

[nope he's pretty much settling into another one of his dark ruminating moods.]

[enigmaestro]

I hope you're been studying logic, in the meanwhile.

[Which means, he's stowed Ninnian away and he'll give Eridan a riddle to figure it out.

Like any psychotic ex-dad would, you know.]

Until then, keep up the good behavior.

[amoray]

[holy shit eddie.]

I plan on it.