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.

Comments

private; he knows how to treat his friends!!

[trollverine]

Oh, a rough translation. In that case I won't bother pointing out that you chose to translate it that way. Your son figure is charming, though. Ex-son figure?

private; we should all strive to be a friend like daken

[enigmaestro]

I'm sure you'd think so. [And yes, he's avoiding the question for clarification!] Are you pressing him about me for my attention? Because I am more than willing to grant it to you.

private; p.s. i'm so sorry kirsten

[trollverine]

I know I don't need to talk to anyone else to get your attention.

[Which is both conveniently not a direct answer and not-so-subtly suggestive.]

private; kirsten 8(

[enigmaestro]

Well, you have it. Congratulations. How may I help you?

private;

[trollverine]

Don't be angry. I was just-- [this requires the right word, lest he accidentally falsehood himself--] indulging him.

private;

[enigmaestro]

Do you make a habit of indulging young boys?

[OH HE WENT THERE BECAUSE

HE'S AN AWFUL HUMAN BEING.]

private;

[trollverine]

Do you make a habit of going Fatal Attraction on them?

[SORRY NOT AWFUL ENOUGH.]

private;

[enigmaestro]

Eridan is a child and prone to inexplicable delusions. I think we both know I'm hardly keen on children.

private;

[trollverine]

Is your sense of humor out for repairs? Relax.

private;

[enigmaestro]

Relax. Of course.

What must I do to reduce the obvious humiliation you and he are creating for me?

private;

[trollverine]

Stop making it so easy. You could also try drinking wine until you don't care anymore; I've heard that sometimes works.

private;

[enigmaestro]

I'm hardly keen on substituting discomfort with addiction.

But I can't be sure if you're of a similar persuasion.

private;

[trollverine]

Addiction doesn't really apply to me.

private;

[enigmaestro]

Not with substances, no, I'm sure it doesn't. [He leaves the implication lingering. It's a petty, inaccurate jab but it makes him feel better.]

Consider the interest mutual, though.

private;

[trollverine]

You're being hysterical over nothing.

private;

[enigmaestro]

Family matters, Daken. I wouldn't call it necessarily nothing.

private;

[trollverine]

It is nothing.

[a slip, harsher than anything he would have intended, but there it is.]

private;

[enigmaestro]

Oh.

We're nearing a nerve, are we?

[Unabashedly gleeful.]

[trollverine]

[and thus did the conversation become more trouble then it was worth. BYE EDDIE.]