voice;

[amoray]

So what are you gonna do when they outlaw all that superheroin' nonsense you all lowe so damn much?

[to his credit, he's trying to sound grave. (it isn't working.)]

We take this - and we're goin' to, since we got such big pushers for mustard-bellied diplomacy in charge around here - they ain't gonna be satisfied 'til they got us all on leashes. And at the first signs a dissent, they're gonna hang us by 'em. I sure hope you lot can handle the usage a our powers bein' a criminal offense, since that's the next thing to go. A Wulcanus gun in ewery Natiwe hand and a trackin' chip in ewery filthy imPort, right?

[a theatrical pause. contrary to his usual habit of getting worked up in his tirades, eridan's been very calm (albeit smug in his "my unreasonable paranoia was entirely justified" kind of way) but no less intense throughout.]

We start goin quietly into that good fuckin' nocturnal phase and we aint newer gonna stop.

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[amoray]

Falsehood, motherfucker!

[enigmaestro]

That isn't your goddamn power you --! [whoops.]

private;

[amoray]

[a long beat. he sits there for a moment, breathing heavily.

then he locks it. strolls off for a moment; comes back with the sound of a struck match, a long drag.]

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[enigmaestro]

You know. Smoking will give you cancer.




Try two at once.

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[amoray]

And I'll still be aliwe a couple a centuries after you're dead and nobody remembers whoewer the fuck you were.

[beat.]

Anyhow, I smoke clowes. So technically I'm doin' you one better anyway.

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[enigmaestro]

Should I tell you which part rang false, or is it sufficient to remind you that you're dead in your world and I'm not in mine?

[NO ONE TELL HIM ABOUT DCNU OKAY OKAY]

But look. You made this private for a reason, Ampora.

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[amoray]

All we ewer do when we talk nowadays is fuckin' embarrass ourselwes.

[beat.]

Unlike certain folk, I got an image worth tryin' to salwage.

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[enigmaestro]

You're getting at the point, albeit in the manner of an indecisive glacier.

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[amoray]

So? There isn't a point, like there newer fuckin' is with you; if we're goin' to be spittin' at each other, we're doin' it in priwate from now on.

[low, but still audible:]

You're newer goin' to back the fuck off anyway, so it ain't ewen worth askin' after.

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[enigmaestro]

It's not the attention you're shying away from -- you'd be angrier if I'd outright ignored you in favor of, say, Mitchell.

So it must be something else. It must be the manner of interaction, the antagonism, you want some control over it. You want it intimately on your terms.

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[amoray]

Can you quit makin' it sound like a fuckin' caliginous adwance?

[he raises his voice, but he doesn't deny the accusations.]

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[enigmaestro]

I'm only describing what is much too easy to deduce.

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[amoray]

I am not caliginous for you.

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[enigmaestro]

I didn't say you were. You're the one throwing around the word.

My description of your actions remains uncontested, however.

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[amoray]

I - whatewer, it doesn't fuckin' matter what you think.

We're not doin' it in public anymore. People are gonna start talkin'.

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[enigmaestro]

Falsehood. It must matter a lot, especially to you.

I'll concede to your request if you say why. The real why.

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[amoray]

I -

[he pauses, long and hard. at length, muffled:]

...I don't know. It just don't seem right, airin' those kinda issues in public. It's crass.

[a beat. almost as an afterthought:]

And while you might be comfortable with that, considerin' what sorta societal hole you spawned out of, I ain't a that persuasion.

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[enigmaestro]

My god. You really are swearing by it.

Tell me, Eridan, do you want me to enact that?

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[amoray]

No, I'm just askin' you to keep our affairs priwate as a joke. Because I just lowe talkin' to you when I don't strictly got to that goddamn much.

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[enigmaestro]

You don't have to be unpleasant by intentionally pulling falsehoods you know.

It's hardly as fun, humiliating you in private.

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[amoray]

Don't worry, I'm goin' to miss draggin' all your fucked up daddy issues out for ewerybody to see somethin' fierce.

[this is so hideously fake pleasant that it should've ended in a ♡.]

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[enigmaestro]

Oh. You must miss me terribly.

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[amoray]

[snappishly:]

Are you gonna agree to it or not?

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[enigmaestro]

If you stop comparing me to Fatal Attraction, yes.

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[amoray]

Then stop gettin' all Fatal Attraction on me.