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[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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private;

[amoray]

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

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

private;

[enigmaestro]

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

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

private;

[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.

private;

[enigmaestro]

My god. You really are swearing by it.

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

private;

[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.

private;

[enigmaestro]

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

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

private;

[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 ♡.]

private;

[enigmaestro]

Oh. You must miss me terribly.

private;

[amoray]

[snappishly:]

Are you gonna agree to it or not?

private;

[enigmaestro]

If you stop comparing me to Fatal Attraction, yes.

private;

[amoray]

Then stop gettin' all Fatal Attraction on me.

private;

[enigmaestro]

Eridan, you flatter yourself. Really. This is me putting in bare minimal effort in keeping an eye on you.

private;

[amoray]

Which is obwiously why I can't fuckin' sneeze without you not only knowin' about it, but hawin' some sorta smartass comment in order.

private;

[enigmaestro]

You know what I'm like.

private;

[amoray]

Unlikable?

private;

[enigmaestro]

No.

I'd be disappointed but, at this point, I've come to expect failure from you on the first few rounds. Care to try again?

private;

[amoray]

Obsessiwe?

You got a whole fuckin' lot a shitty personality traits, so I can keep goin' if you like.

private;

[enigmaestro]

Are you hitting the ones we share first, or is that entirely coincidental?

private;

[amoray]

I'm not obsessiwe.

[THE HUGEST LIE]

private;

[enigmaestro]

You are, and I know it. And no one will ever appreciate that dark trait in you as much as I had. You will never find that.

private;

[amoray]

And Mitch ain't gonna be as forgiwin' a all those riddles in your closet as I was. He doesn't understand.

private;

[enigmaestro]

[A beat.]

What do I have to do to get you to stop discussing Mitchell?

private;

[amoray]

Don't like it when I talk about your sham of a fuckin' moirallegiance?

[SUPER

BITTER]

private;

[enigmaestro]

You have no right to do so.

private;

[amoray]

I didn't know you were so protectiwe.