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.

Comments

[caprihorn]

DON'T GO INTO TOO MUCH DETAIL OR NOTHING UNLESS I'M INVOLVED THOUGH, BRO.
it ain't that fucking bad.
AND STILL CAN'T TURN THAT SHIT OFF.

[crab]

PLEASE SPARE ME THE "DETAILS"
ACTUALLY PLEASE SPARE ME THE REST OF THIS SHITSPLOSION OF AN ENLIGHTENMENT
I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ANYMORE.
IMAGINE ALL THE PAILING YOU WANT.
JUST DON'T TELL ME ABOUT IT.

[caprihorn]

wasn't giving you that shit to begin with.
YOU ALL JUST FUCKING WALKED ON INTO THIS SHIT AND WOULDN'T STOP ASKING QUESTIONS, BRO.