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@acanthous-gramary
acanthous-gramary :
i see you wwere hit too
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its not a good thin or a bad thin i guess. but you an i should be a little more careful noww considerin wwere squishier than usual. then again it might be a good time to infiltrate the human cities wwhile wwe look like this. maybe wwe can set charges or somethin if wwe cant directly engage people in battle.
M!A: Why do you hate the humans so so much? Why don't you walk in their shoes for a little while? How does two weeks sound? Bad? Deal with it. Be a human dude and stop being a dick.
well excuse you too. ill havve you knoww i havvent fuckin killed a human for evven a feww wweeks noww. mostly because ivve been healin but still. doin somethin like this is just a sign a your ignorance because humans if left unchecked are just gonna ruin the planet but apparently youre too stupid to understand that so thanks. thanks for this. ill make sure to be extra vviolent once i get my powwers back.
I was trying to 8e cute and Eridan said something dum8 and it made me laugh and this. I can’t deal. I can’t 8e cute anymore.
Eridan took pictures of me in the clothes he 8ought me and I wasn’t ready in the first one.
=> Get outside for once
"Clothes are a big deal when you have to pray there’ll be some in the store you raid that fit and look decent," that sight of their hands had her enraptured, "this is so different? There are stronghold cities and even then they aren’t all that great. I only ever went to one once."
It was a bad memory. The stifling, crushing crowds of angry, sweaty people just trying to scrape a living through any means possible. Mostly humans, sometimes trolls, all incredibly terrible people.
There was a reason they were sent down there in the first place. It was just unfortunate for the people that ended up born there.
But the next words out of his mouth make her look up, shock written plain on her face. What did he mean? Obviously he didn’t mean that did he? A glance at their hands told her otherwise but still. Wow.
"I. I don’t know. Does she not have to be wrong?" Her eyes kept shifting from his face to their hands, "was she wrong?"
Quietly, Eridan listened to Vriska talk about what it had been like before for her, raiding stores, having nothing that great to choose from. Yeah, he supposed this was like an entirely different world compared to that one. Well, it was an entirely different world. Here, for all Eridan hated on the humans, they really did have plenty. There was plenty to go around, plenty to enjoy.
But, they could never forget Vriska's Earth. Whether it was in the same timeline as his or not, the humans in his timeline had left their Earth ruined and destroyed and they could easily do the same here if left unchecked. Which was a major part of the reason why Eridan wanted them all dead.
Right now he didn't really want to think about somber things like humans or genocide so, he dropped that. After all, there was something else far more important to discuss, and that was the matter of whether or not that clerk had been wrong to call them matesprits.
Vriska seemed a bit nervous about the suggestion but Eridan smiled and opened his hands so that he could see hers without his in the way. "I suppose that's up to you, but... if you don't object to it, then I wwouldn't mind bein your matesprit. In fact, I'd really like it," he blushed and continued staring down at their hands. Talking about feelings and shit like that was not how he normally rolled but... well Sollux had taught him that he couldn't act like an ass all the time and Vriska really did mean a lot to him...
yours and vwho? vwho the fuck is vwris?
vwho the fuck vwas in my coon?
vwhy must you get in my closet?
im surprised you didnt needlessly act like an asshole an say vwvwris. shes a lot a things an most a them are amazin so im sure youll lovve her an cherish her. shes also a great fuckin murderess.
an wwell a vvariety a people an animals an all kinds a wweird shit wwere in your coon.
as for your closet i just like destroyin all a your human lovvin clothes. an also i kind a had a hatemate mess up the entire fuckin house so theres that.
=> Get outside for once
Holding his hand was something else. It was something else entirely. There was so much awareness in her palm, in the way he felt against her skin. Rough in a subtly different way from her own palm. The way he felt almost like he wasn’t even there, neither hot or cold, just right. Damn near all of her focus was on it, and she only nodded in thought as they walked.
Once she sat she thought he’d be done holding her hand but it seemed like he wasn’t and she grinned happily, gladly taking the offered hand and trying really hard to not let her admiration show.
He was precious to her. Damn him.
But even then she was almost too focused on his hand and him to order, just whispering, “the same,” wistfully and looking up at him suddenly, tucking a stray lock of thick hair behind an ear.
"What did you think of those clothes back there? Pretty impressive right? That employee though," she laughed and shook her head a little, "what was up with that right?"
Normally, there was a noticeable temperature difference between trolls, but Vriska, being of his caste, was the same temperature as him and because of that, her hand felt exactly like it belonged in his, natural. Maybe not quite as hot and exciting as a lowblood's hand but, when he was with her he felt calm and happy and this was a nice feeling to go along with it. Still, he wasn't sure if that meant he felt more pale than red, but... just looking at her... yeah, he definitely was interested in supporting her but he wasn't so sure he could bring himself to do it platonically only.
Even though this was the first time they'd held hands, it felt so natural and he found that he wasn't even getting nervous. Thank god because he didn't want to disgust her with clammy hands right now, especially when hers were so perfect, smooth, and soft.
So, when they sat down, he was happy to receive her hand back in his and he cupped it between both of his larger ones, gazing down at the backs of their hands fondly, listening to Vriska as she talked about the shopping they just did.
"I nevver really cared about clothes in the past but noww I can understand wwhy people do. That actually wwas a lot a fun so thanks," he said, before cracking a smile when she mentioned that employee.
"Yeah, that wwas presumptuous a her but, you knoww, she doesn't havve to be wwrong," Eridan said, glancing up at Vriska to see if she understood what he was getting at.
=> Get outside for once
"But I like to wear your things. They’re comfortable," her hands grabbed the bags laid out on the counter for them and she looked up at him, "I really don’t need all the cutesy stuff since I rarely go out like this. Who’s looking at me that makes it necessary to look cute as hell?" Ha. She said that like she didn’t want to dress cutely for him, parade herself around as he pleased in anything he chose for her. The idea made her blush slightly as she imagined it, shaking her head to clear the mental picture and move close to Eridan again.
Even if she didn’t know exactly what he’d chosen for her she’d love everything, so she had it half in her mind to give him a better show when they returned to his hive. For now though, “that’s up to you. I saw some interesting things down the street we could look at or a cafe,” really she couldn’t tell if it was a matter of one or the other or which first and she didn’t want to press him.
Not too much.
Maybe, “we could get some drinks and then something to go with us while we shop too. I do want to see you in different things,” the bags in the hand closest to him were swapped to the other and she tentatively held out the free hand. If he took it, great. If he didn’t, welp, “I would like a drink at some point though. Thank you Eridan.”
When she demanded to know what reason there even was for her to look cute, Eridan just laughed and shrugged. "You havve a point there. I'm the only one wwho sees you most a the time an you don't havve to try an impress me," he said. If she wanted, of course, she could start going to the city more often, although admittedly the idea of her getting more friends kind of scared him. Of course he wanted her to be happy, but he was a little afraid that she'd leave him behind and being alone again was the last thing he wanted. Hopefully whatever she ended up doing, she wouldn't forget about him.
Taking a couple bags so Vriska didn't have to carry it all by herself, heading out of the store with her as she talked about what they should do next. Yeah, grabbing something to eat before they continued shopping seemed like a good enough idea.
Glancing down, Eridan noticed her outstretched hand and he blushed slightly but reached down to wrap his hand around hers, smiling some and leading the way down the busy street toward some outdoor restaurants. One of them was a simple cafe with a few clean looking white painted chairs and tables standing out front and Eridan selected a vacant one and set the bags on the ground under the table before taking his seat.
Leaning over the small table, Eridan held out his hand if Vriska wanted to take it again and smiled at the waitress when she came over, ordering a coffee and a pastry for himself and inviting Vriska to get whatever she'd like.
=> Get outside for once
"Eridan I can’t just pick out anything I want because if I do?" She was still so dark from the offhand comment on matespritship and even moreso now that he hadn’t dismissed the error. What did that mean? She wasn’t sure, "help me maybe? Pick the ones you liked the best and thought would go well with our lives."
With that she was gone back into the dressing room with a flip of thick black hair.
Within her small space she leaned against an arm, her forehead pressed against the bare skin. Her Elysium dream hadn’t really had any kind of romance in it but it seemed like it was here anyways. Did she want that? She wasn’t so sure, but as she peeled away the clothes and put on the ones she’d worn into town she liked how it felt. The fact that most of her clothes were still Eridan’s made her smile a little, staring into the mirror with her lopsided gaze. It would be just fine, a little voice in her head kept repeating to her. He’d saved her on a whim, she’d saved him, lost her cool when he was healing, mostly at herself, and now both of you were doing alright.
It would be alright.
Either way it would be perfectly fine.
Vriska pulled a couple of the outfits the clerk had picked, hiding the last one within the sweaters and things. She would obviously get what he’d picked out, there was no doubt about that. She wouldn’t get the shoes though, sandals had never been much her thing. With her spoils over her arms she stepped back out, looking for all the world would know like a happy go lucky young woman on a shopping date.
"Did you pick some things? I picked a few but if there were some you didn’t like? We don’t have to get them all, Eridan. No need to spoil me or something," she still smiled though, blushing again when the employee made eye contact and winked at her before taking her items to the counter, "I don’t really need a huge closet worth of things. Wearing your stuff is just fiiiiiiiine."
As dark as Vriska's face was, it wasn't exactly hiding anything and even Eridan wasn't oblivious enough to miss it, but he did wonder at the reasoning for it. Was it because she was embarrassed, angry, or did she like the idea? She was pretty outspoken, so Eridan figured if being called his matesprit pissed her off that much, she'd comment on it.
Either way, she seemed perfectly happy still so he figured it wasn't a big deal and while she was off changing back into her original clothes, he did as she asked and picked out a few items that he thought she should really keep, including the striped sweater the clerk had picked out, the crop top that he'd found, and the lacy black one. Those ones he liked for sure, although he was perfectly content if she wanted to buy more than just that. He also put the skirt on the pile since she probably needed more than just shirts all the time.
When she finally rejoined him, Eridan handed her the things he'd chosen and smiled when she said he didn't need to spoil her. "You should havve enough clothes so that you can havve some vvariety an its not like I don't havve more money than I knoww wwhat to do wwith anywway," he said, following her over to the counter and watching as the salestroll rung up their items. Once she was done, Eridan paid her in some gold coins, which was probably unconventional but she didn't argue and stuck them in the drawer happily enough, wishing them a good day and thanking them for coming.
"Hm, so, I guess if you wwant to find stuff for me we should still look for a guy's clothing shop. Otherwwise, do you wwant to go to a cafe or somethin?" Sitting around drinking coffee wasn't something he ever did but... it would be nice to draw this day out a little longer.
=> Get outside for once
She collected the shirts he picked and smiled as she looked at them all, her eyes flicking up to him before she waved a few pairs of shorts and jeans, “looks like we somehow made plans for outfits,” the clerk came back out and held up a few skirts and dresses that made Vris scrunch her nose a little, but she took them too and moved to the dressing room.
She tried on all of Eridan’s picks, matching them with various dark jeans and shorts and twirling around for him with a smile on her lips. She liked how they showed off her abdomen or other parts of her body and she winked as she went back again to paw through the choices of the clerk.
There was a short, soft blue dress with white lapels, a sweater that actually came in several colors. For once she tried on one that wasn’t blue or black and she liked the way it looked against her skin with a white skirt. The next was a pale outfit that she liked a lot, the next was just as nice, revealing yet modest at the same time, and the final outfit was probably something the woman had picked specifically to show some skin to Eridan.
"Oh sir look at your matesprit! She’s been stunning this whole time. You have good tastes, both of you," she clapped her hands and moved to adjust the bow in Vriska’s hair, seemingly unaware of the vibrant blue blush the girl was trying so hard to hide with her ample hair, "really if you leave with only a few things you just have to take this one. It’s so flattering to her curves. What do you think sir? A good pick for the lady?”
Taking a seat outside the dressing room, Eridan waited while Vriska changed. He hadn't even thought of picking out shorts or pants, so he was glad that Vriska had started in a different section of the boutique than he had. Meanwhile, the clerk had found way more items than either of them for her to try, although he supposed that wasn't exactly surprising since she did this every single day.
Still, once Vriska actually started coming out and showing off all of the things they'd all picked out, he found himself liking them quite a bit. There was definitely something different about the way the clothing looked on the shelf, just a piece of fabric, from the way it came to life on Vriska.
Normally, when fighting, it wasn't a good idea to wear clothes that didn't cover as much skin as possible so Eridan wasn't too used to seeing bare stomachs, arms, and legs, that all of these clothes revealed and he found that he was blushing lightly but Vriska looked good, really good.
The clothes that the stylist has picked out had a completely different flavor than the ones that Eridan and Vriska had selected, being in more pastel and lighter colors, but those looked pretty good too for the most part, especially the last one which looked more like undergarments than an actual outfit.
While Vriska had been modeling the clothes, the saleswoman had been standing by watching as well and once she was done, that chipper voice spoke up and drew Eridan's attention. Matesprit, huh? It... well, he supposed it wasn't too far-fetched for her to assume that they were matesprits. They certainly weren't acting like kismeses and they probably didn't give off much of a pale vibe either. Flushed his own shade of blue, Eridan didn't bother to correct her and instead nodded. "Yeah, it looks good on her. Vvris, pick wwhatevver you wwant to keep. They all look good on you an I'm goin to covver it obvviously so don't wworry about that."
=> Get outside for once
Vriska had to look to Eridan for approval for a second. It was strange to actually have people be cheerful about meeting her since what things she had were from raids or borrowed from Eridan. She hadn’t ever actually shopped before and now that she was actually here faced with a clerk behind a counter of a real life shop she felt strange.
But he was looking at her when she looked up and it made her take a deep breath and move forward, even letting go of his arm, “we’re going shopping for me, mostly, and I was just wondering what was popular here o-in Ely-this area,” god she didn’t want someone to know she wasn’t from this planet.
When the woman moved off from her post Vriska went back to clinging to her taller companion, looking up into his face with a mostly happy, slightly worried expression. It made her feel nice to be here, shopping, doing things normal people did, content and peachy and just right.
"If you want to look for thing too you caaaaaaaan," the elongated word brings her up on her toes before she moves away to look around herself, picking through bright colors and pinks and browns to try and find things she liked. Some cute things, some sturdy things. Even the occasional cute sturdy thing. The occasional look would be tossed towards Eridan as she shopped.
There were a lot of thoughts going through her mind, but for now she just wanted to be happy.
When Vriska first starting talking, Eridan resisted the urge to face-palm as she tripped over her words, nearly referring to the place as 'Elysium' like she usually did when it was just them. But the sales associate didn't seem to care and she happily flounced off to go find a few items for Vriska to try on.
After the salesperson had vanished, Eridan just smirked down at Vriska, but he didn't say anything, nodding when Vriska said he could look for things for her to try on too and moving off toward the racks to start searching through the items. Of course, he didn't know anything about what was fashionable or popular, so he just decided to look for things that he thought looked interesting.
Hm... there were a surprising amount of styles here and while they didn't have a huge variety of sizes, Vriska seemed like she was a pretty normal size so they probably had stuff that fit her pretty easily. So, Eridan began pulling a few items, not sure how many was too many.
Eventually, he made his way back over to her, a few blouses and things hanging from his arms. "Uh, if any a these look alright to you I thought they might look good on you," he said, blushing and feeling completely out of his element. Who was he to pick out clothes for someone else? But Vriska had said it was okay that he do that.
So, Eridan handed over the clothes he'd picked out for her to try. On top of the pile was a short, shoulder cropped shirt, one that would leave her midriff bare. Beneath that was another short top with a bit of pleading around the belly, though it still wasn't long enough to cover her stomach completely... maybe he just liked seeing her skin? Or maybe he was just underestimating how short she really was. But short shirts weren't the only things that he'd found and he also had a long shirt in there that was... kind of a mix between a light robe or a jacket. He'd also picked out a normal length, dark shirt with long sleeves, though the shirt was lacy, with transparent sections.
That was all that he'd picked out for now and he looked a bit embarrassed, running a hand through his long black hair. "Hope that's okay," he mumbled.
=> Get outside for once
Her smile widened and she just shook her head, laughing gently as she looked around as they walked. She would say ‘guess they need a woman’s touch’ but she didn’t know if that would be acceptable. For all she knew Eridan was getting tired of her and would have her leave. She’s too cool to worry, so instead she looks up at him with an honest, open expression.
"You’ll do alright by them. I mean, you’re their dad sort of thing, and I guess that means you maybe have some feelings that’ll grow and guide you. It’s normal where I come from. I don’t mind being around them at all. Maybe they’ll like me if you want me to stay around."
But she didn’t want to say much and she hurried him along, quietly pointing out things here and there as people started to appear here and there and more often as the crowds got thicker. There was a half prayer mentally sent out that he wouldn’t notice how much closer she kept getting to him the more they got into the crowd. After being in near wilderness her entire life Vriska wasn’t used to this.
"There’s one that looks nice maybe?" Vriska pulled him across the street to a medium sized boutique with a few select outfits in the windows. Her eyes were the only thing belying her excitement for this time out with him, "what do you think?"
As Vriska spoke, Eridan was quiet, just listening to her supportive words. She really knew the right thing to say and he found himself feeling a bit more optimistic. He didn't know if he would end up having fatherly feelings or not, especially since fathers were things that didn't really exist around here in troll culture, but he hoped that would be the case. He wanted to do right by them in the end. A lot of troll grubs ended up dying if they weren't selected by a lusus and Eridan kind of wanted to see what kinds of people his own offspring would grow into so he wanted to make sure they had that chance.
Having Vriska to help would make things that much easier and he smiled at her when she said she didn't mind being around them. He might have said something, but Vriska seemed in a hurry to move onto the next subject, so he let it go. For now, this was all he needed to know anyway.
By this time, they were starting to get into the main part of the city anyway and seeing more and more trolls. On Alternia, humans and trolls did live together but mostly they lived in their separate places and there weren't really many humans at all to be seen which Eridan was quite alright with.
Eventually, they started passing stores and Vriska pointed one out. The outfits in the windows were mostly for women, but they looked cute and Eridan thought that if Vriska wanted to model for him, clothes like that might nice. "Yeah, sure, let's go," he said, smiling back at her and leading the way into the store.
Within, they were greeted by a cute olive blood female who was dressed up in a girly way that trolls years ago probably wouldn't even have considered. But these days, he supposed, less trolls actually fought and more impractical clothing was becoming commonplace.
"Hi there!" the woman greeted excitedly. "Can I help you today?"
Eridan just looked over at Vriska quietly. This was her show now, unless she wanted him to look around and pick out specific things for her.
you knoww you like it
he2 back. hiide your kiid2 hiide your wiife.
2up dude?
wwhy exactly do people need to hide their kids an their wwivves? or are you talkin about humans because i guess in that case they should probably hide evveryone they knoww.
not that ivve been killin for a feww wweeks noww. maybe they think im dead or somethin.
oh my god.
you knoww you like it
=> Get outside for once
"So do I. But then again, that probably comes with killing most of the people I see. You know? It wasn’t as if there were all the people in the world to trust and invite to tea or anything. Nobody I could trust to go out with. Karkat was there but it got old to torment him and be there and not there on some verge of romance or something. I left and the story winds up with me here. Worth all the trouble if you ask me."
His words made Vriska blush again, darker this time. Would he want to touch her? Was that a thing he wanted to do? She wouldn’t mind it, hell, she’d love it, but at the same time it was embarrassing to consider. He was, obviously, far more experienced than her and it probably wouldn’t take him much to…no. Not going to go down that thought trail. Still, “I wouldn’t mind. If it was you,” so quietly said.
His next set of subject distracted her enough from her thoughts and she moved onto them, nodding as he explained his take on fashion. She had gone some lengths to look attractive, even when she was just traveling. When you had nothing better to do than sit around or run what else would you do to preoccupy yourself? For Vris it had been her jewelry collecting and clothing finds. Now though, “well you just browse and find something you want to see and show me so I can get the right size. Then I model it for you. Maybe we’ll find something industrious for you to wear to replace these,” her fingers plucked at the baggy shirt.
"He just seems worried. That or a douche. But they’re your kids too, you’ve got rights right?" What did she know about kids though? "I’m pretty sure they’ll be great. Maybe they’ll grow up to be as bad ass as you and hopefully not as nerdy and lame as him."
As Vriska spoke, Eridan nodded. He hadn't heard too much about the people from Vriska's past, but he knew a little about it and about Karkat. So, it had irritated her being close to but not quite in a relationship, huh? Eridan couldn't help but wonder if she felt that way about their relationship too. They were definitely friends, but did she have any deeper thoughts? He almost didn't want to know, afraid that the answer could be no, but also afraid that it could be yes.
Still, when she said she wouldn't mind touches as long as they were coming from him, Eridan found himself blushing and he looked away a little, tilting his warm face away from her. Maybe the answer was yes then... he just hoped that if it was, he didn't fuck it up like he tended to do with everything important.
Thankfully, the conversation moved on to fashion and Eridan let it go, glad for the switch since he'd never been a master of articulating any kind of feeling shit. If he was going to muck around with their relationship, he'd rather do it at the end of the day than at the beginning anyway.
"Alright. I'm not sure if the trolls around here are that much into fashion or wwhat but a lot a them havve adopted more a the human fashions. I guess wwe'll just havve to see wwhat they havve," he said. Even if human stuff wasn't his favorite... if Vriska liked any of their stuff, he could deal with it.
Eridan laughed when Vriska said that she hoped the kids weren't lame like Sollux. "You can say that again. Maybe if I do most a the wwork raisin them they'll turn out cool. I don't knoww if I really havve the ability to take care a grubs but I guess trolls are pretty fuckin hardy so evven if I fuck up they'll probably be fine." He shrugged. But he knew that Sollux already had his hands full with grubs from his matespritship so... if either of them were going to raise their grubs, it should probably be Eridan.
"Uh... I guess I should ask you though, since you're livvin wwith me. You don't mind if I wwas goin to raise them at my hivve right? Not like you couldn't movve out but I like havvin you around," Eridan said, feeling totally awkward but it wasn't like he would force Vriska to stay around while he took care of grubs from another quad if she didn't want to.
ill be there evwentually. im still gathering the remains of my crewv for pay and vwhatnot and then ill be on my vway. i hope you havwent trashed my hivwe too badly. and i really hope you havwent gotten into my shit.
or my closet.
stay out of my closet.
yes i got stabbed, no biggy there. ill livwe about as vwell as the next guy. vwhat happened to you this time?
your hivve? excuse you. this is my hivve youvve been awway wway too long. or should i say its me an vvris' hivve.
an yes ivve been in your closet. people havve evven slept in your coon. wwhat noww cro wwhat noww.
vwell normally you are too but then again. i vwas being chased halfway across the damn ocean. youll see vwhen i get hivwe. the shit i got is totally vworth getting stabbed.
swweet i cant wwait to see wwhat you found. do you havve any idea wwhen youll be comin back to the hivve. since youre talkin to me noww im assumin its on your mind.
so you got stabbed huh is that wwhy you were mia for so long. its ok dont hide your shame. i probably got it wworse than you unless you lost an arm or somethin.
