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[ Eridan Ampora ] || Homestuck || Housed in ritzy places @ fucko

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andthatsthepiss‌:

The troll seems to take Abbacchio’s nod as a cue to launch into a tirade, but he honestly doubts if he noticed it at all. He would probably find this annoying if not for the fact that it was so painfully on the nose, he’s not sure whether to laugh or order five more drinks to aggressively not pursue that line of thought. 

Apparently the gods have heard his prayers and have sarcastically answered them in the form of a half finished glass of wine being practically tipped over in his direction, only saved by Abbacchio keeping it propped up. 

“First of all. Assuming that you’re new to the whole drinking thing? Taking drinks from strangers is a monumentally stupid idea. Don’t ever do it. Secondly?” 

He takes a moment to tilt swish the liquid around in the glass, lip curling slightly in displeasure. “If you want a real sauvignon, you’re not going to find it at a shitty hole-in-the-wall club that probably got its supply from the supermarket.” 

He wasn’t sure why he was entertaining this runt, maybe it was the pleasant buzz going through his system that had yet to inevitably twist itself into a miserable creature. Maybe sharing his sour mood with a stranger was preferable to stewing in it. Either way, here he was, actually giving life advice to a kid that couldn’t even hold his liquor. That was a cosmic joke. 

–「 The more he talks, the more you can feel yourself melting into the table, regretting every decision you can’t remember making. Did you actually decide to sit here? When did you decide to sit here? You already knew you were a fucking idiot, but whoever you were three minutes ago is by far the worst.  」

“wwhat does that evven MEAN i dont knoww wwhat youre talkin about sauvv savvign sauvvigno fuck wwhy do you evven care about wwhat swwill im chuggin dowwn do people poison shit here or somethin wwell fuckin wwhoop de doo cant be wworse than gettin sawwed in half or havvin your pusher ripped out and stitched back in sidewways by someone wwho probably nevver evven fuckin cared about you in the first place but boy i wwould hate to be jipped out of some wwine wwith a stupid name you sure savved me there buddy thanks a fuckin million”

–「 You give up the fight of remaining vertical, and lay your head down on the table. It’s surprisingly comfortable, despite the place smelling god awful, and regret slowly starting to sink into your pan. This is all par for the course really. Making a fucking fool of yourself one way or another.」

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kotyonokonice‌:

Despite trying to hold in his growing irritation Yuri can’t keep his face straight and it sinks into that condescending grimace he’s known for. 

“I’m sorry, what the fuck did you call me?” Yuri yells after him. 

There are several answers to this question: Nookwwhiff, which is a word he doesn’t even fucking know, a cafe punk, which he can’t even be mad about, and then theres…who the fuck is he?! Viktor, balding, Nikivorof?! He shouldn’t be this sensitive about his damn hair. It’s just hair, he tries to tell himself, but he’s already mad and the day has been boring as hell so he might as well entertain himself. 

“I hope you drown in the fucking toilet like the dead fish you are!”

Okay, it’s not his best work, but it’s better than nookwwhiff…he thinks. 

–「 You could continue storming out like you’d intended, which was the plan. To get the hell in the bathroom, or the hell out of the cafe. Whichever happened first. But then he continues to dig at you, and it actually hurts. You turn around as if you're going to cut back into him, but it all just fades.」

“wwhat the fuck is wwrong with you wwhat did i evven do to fuckin deservve this all i wwanted wwas to be alone but yeah sure ill go drowwn i may as wwell be dead if shes here let alone wwho else might be skulkin around thanks for the advvice i guess its been real swwell” 

「 You storm over to the tip jar, defiantly throw a few crinkled bills in it, and turn to leave for real this time. This place was great while it lasted, but you figure there’s no way in hell they’ll hire after this bullshit. 」

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misspancakewitch‌:

“Flying is probably one of my favorite things of all time, I don’t know if you’d fit on my broom too…but If you ever want to try it out you’re welcome to! I can help you make a broom too if you want!”

Her smile fades ever so slightly at his next comment.

“People have been pretty nice so far,” she shrugs, “At least no one’s made any rude comments about my dress or laughed at me or anything. It’s nice not to feel like some sort of spectacle for people to gawk at.” 

It had been a while since she’d felt like that, though being on the news had felt a little like it. 

“It’s been a little hard to acclimate though, having to start from scratch is harder the second time.” 

–「 Flying actually sounds... nice. Fun even. Maybe you’ll give it a shot. You’ve never actually made a broom before, but it can’t be too hard right? 」

“yeah that actually sounds like fun  is makin the broom mandatory for it to wwork though or wwould one from the fantasy costco wwork”

“and wwhat do you mean start from scratch you mean livvin here  didnt they givve you a hivve to livve in or money to start wwith” 

–「 You actually feel... sort of bad? 」

“do you need money  i can pay you for teachin me howw to fly its not like a skill i havve anymore so youre technically provvidin a servvice”

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misspancakewitch‌:

She’s relieved and elated that he has taken further offense. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do if he had, but panicking was probably going to be option number one. 

“I got that sort of reaction a lot back when I first ended up in the town where i decided to do my witch training. Not many girls my age dress like I do, and while I tried to make a good first impression it sort of got all muddled up. So I’m really sorry about my behavior earlier.” 

Her lips crack into a smile before she lets out a chuckle that slowly grows into a hearty laugh. Wiping a tear from her eye and trying to compose herself she apologizes again. 

“Sorry, not that kind of witch. My mom can make some very potent potions and I once met a witch that excelled in fortune telling, but I can just fly. Nothing fancy, no magic spells or wands. Just a broom.” 

Her smile softens, almost humble now, and she blushes. 

“I’m sorry to disappoint, Eridan, if you were looking for something a bit more flashy and fun.” 

–「 Your lookstubs must look like saucers, and your fins flare ever so slightly. You’re really not used to people just outright laughing like that, unless someone is being thrown into a pit. Usually that’s a bit more sinister. But a regular, humorous laugh with absolutely no poison in it? It’s weird to you. Not bad. Just weird. You settle down, and cross your arms.」

“flyin huh i used to be able to do that too it wwas a lot a fun just floatin around makes me regret spendin most of that time stressin out”

“anywway dont wworry too much about first impressions the people wwho judge people soley on that aint wworth talkin to  and i bet people wwere just jealous you could do things they couldnt  seems like wwhat not magic folks wwould do  hypothetically are people better here at least i just got here but i feel like im at a zoo sometimes wwith people tappin the glass like idiots” 

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besteartiste‌:

You’re starting to build notoriety in Fuckoville, you think. Obviously, your skills shine brightly no matter where you are, so that’s not surprising. So, you’re not at all shocked to see a new message on your Instagram.

Oh. It’s another troll. You look at their profile, but you can’t find anything about what blood color they are. While you’re snooping, they message you again, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

[ remele namaaq ] messaged [caligulasaquarium]

Yes, I am a troll. There’s one indigo-bloode who went to arte club, but I haven’t seen her in a while. 

And who mighte you be?

You sigh. Troll, human – you don’t really care, as long as they’re willing to put down some cash. Apparently, though, it matters to this guy. 

–「 You breathe a sigh of relief, and settle back down. There are a laundry list of people you don’t ever want to see again, but if it’s just a handful of strangers from your planet that you’re dealing with... well. It’s almost like a fresh start. You sink into your pile, nubs tapping quickly.」

[ caligulasaquarium ] messaged [ remele namaaq ] 

nobody you wwould knoww unless you livved in fuckall nowwhere  anywway you havve nice art i guess could use more gold leaf but wwhat are you gonna do  not like that shit growws on trees  sorry to bloww up your dms wwith this bullshit  i just didnt think id evver see someone from our univverse again much less anyone wwho isnt dead  anywway this wwas real thanks for playin 

「 You can relax for a while. 」

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kotyonokonice‌:

He waits for this guy to do something cool: show of his superior fish powers, but is only met with a disappointingly dead gaze. Had he said something wrong? Maybe this guy actually had some serious issues. Maybe he shouldn’t have told him to apply…But it would be pretty damn nice to have a fellow employee. Especially on slow days, it could be so fucking boring. Taking a deep breath Yuri lets out an exasperated sigh. 

“So are you actually really fucking lame? I thought you said your kind was superior, but you just look like a dead fucking fish.” 

He stands back up, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

“Yeah, we’ve got a bathroom, first door on the left when you go back, you can try to fix whatever you want but your hair is a waste of time, can’t be salvaged really.”

He shrugs, a smug smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. 

–「 You expect him to just tell you where the bathroom is so you can go have your crisis in private, but you also don’t know Yuri Plisetsky yet. The insult is like a slap in the face, and you’re already five steps past the alright point. Your fins flare, and a hiss builds up from your throat. The world is a little too bright, and that’s how you can tell that your pupils did the stupid dialating thing. 

You take a deep breath, squint your eyes shut, and try to not let your shit fly off the handle. It’s already halfway there. When you open your eyes again, they’re stupid and watery. Ugh. 」

“i dont knoww wwhat your fuckin problem is  or wwhy youre actin like such a fuckin nookwwhiff  but if i showwed you wwhat i wwas capable of youd FUCKIN DIE  so instead ill keep it brief  wwere the coolest because were the only ones wwho cant fuckin drowwn  and wwe dont take shit from anybody” 

“especially not cafe punks wwith smart mouths  wwho cant tell wwhen somebody is havvin a fuckin moment”

–「 You turn to go have a good old fashioned bathroom cry, and then stop halfway, jabbing a finger in his direction. 」

“OR wwhat good hair looks like

you FUCKIN BOB CUT”

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andthatsthepiss‌:

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For about the twelfth time that evening, Abbacchio was wondering what he was doing here. And he had only been at this club for what, an hour? Too fucking long, he thinks bitterly as he’s slumped predictably at the bar to the side. He’s kept his drinks down to two… So far. After all, he’s here with company. Though, said company is currently making an ass of himself throwing his limbs all over the dance floor right up against some mohak sporting weirdo who looking like he rolled around in a dumpster full of glitter. 

Arnold’s okay. Way too bright-eyed and way to chipper to be in the fucking mafia. He’s obnoxious, but not really the kind that makes his blood boil. It was more of the eye-rolling exasperation that Narancia produces when he acts five years below his age. Talking with him, or rather, listening to him talk feels familiar. He doesn’t hate it. 

He supposes that’s why when he asked him to go out clubbing with him the day before, he didn’t flat out tell him to fuck off. It was something he enjoyed back during his high school days when he would sneak out of his parent’s house with a fake id in hand. And to think he wanted to be a cop. But something about the deafening beats and the strobe lights just… Tuned out everything else. 

… He’s not getting the same effect now. His brow arches as he catches Arnold sliding down Mohak’s waist and going for 1st base. Yup. They’re gonna doing a disappearing act pretty damn fast. His lip purses as he turns his gaze literally anywhere else. 

A pair of horns catches his attention, and he notes one of those trolls that he catches sight of from time to time. He’s been wandering around for a while now, taking the occasional picture here and there. But otherwise, he hasn’t made an attempt to dance or even interact with any of the other clubgoers. After a quick look at his face, it seems Abbacchio isn’t the only one who’s stewing and miserable. That probably shouldn’t give him the satisfaction that it does. 

After a while, seemingly tired of getting jostled around and smooshed between over excited patrons hopped up on ecstasy, he eventually fights his way through the crowd and plops into a seat a few spaces from Abbacchio. Absently, he offers a nod before going back to nursing his sickengly sweet monstrosity. 

–「 You are so fucking miserable. The only things really keeping you from sinking into dark places are your online friends, and getting into a public setting so you don’t feel as isolated as you are. But at some point, you bit off more than you could chew, and here you are in a nightclub. You drank something to take the edge off, since you’re pretty sure that’s what drinking is supposed to do? That’s what movies say anyway.」

「 You’re not exactly a heavyweight. Deadly, yes, heavy? No. You’re green around the gills before you hit two glasses of substance. You flop into the seat beside some poor shithead.」

“wwho evven decided alcohol wwas a thing to exist it tastes fuckin terrible and all it does is make you fuckin SADDER  i came in here feelin like garbage  and noww i feel like garbage wwith more garbage on top of it”

“and garbage on top of that garbage surrounded BY garbage  wwith liquid garbage drizzled on top  red wwine more like idiot syrup blegh here you havve the rest of this im done” 

–「 You shove half a glass of wine at a stranger. 」

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nyannyangaogao‌:

[ann takamaki] messaged [caligulasaquarium]

ohhh, yea no wonder I haven’t seen it before. I actually heard rumors about that place and just decided not to mess with that. 

And I guess I was right! Seriously, sounds like a freaking horror movie! How are you even alive, still? ゞ◎Д◎ヾ

A small smile tugs at her lips, despite the really morbid subject, but it looks like they’re actually starting to steer in the direction of a normal conversation. She had a feeling this guy wasn’t that bad. She just happened to catch him at a really bad moment. Plus, his nose was broken, sooo… Oh, that’s right!

How’s your nose, btw? Healing up ok?

–「 She side steps your stupid rant about yourself, and you’re honestly glad. You regretted it as you were typing it but the read receipts came in before you remembered to delete them. Now it’s just easy conversation, and that’s... fine. It’s what you were trying to avoid this whole time, but it’s fine.

You’ll just take wriggler scratches at it. 」

[ caligulasaquarium ] messaged [ ann takamaki ] 

i mean like i said it wwas pretty empty aside from some stupid shit  and evven if it wwasnt im used to fightin  there isnt anythin in those wwoods i couldnt make quick wwork of  just a bunch of noodle panned dipshits wwith a stupid as bulge religion is my guess anywway  my nose is fine it wwasnt like broken its just got a lot of structures in there  if it gets booped evven halfwway wwrong it starts bleedin its embarrassin but wwhat can you do  cept not use your palmhusk and wwalk at the same time

wwhat havve you been up to anywway  not gettin screamed at by anymore angry troll kids i hope your wwall looks cool too  professional in some pics  howwd you get the camera not from your arm like do you havve a camera drone or somethin

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nyannyangaogao‌:

Ann is fairly quick to fish out her phone at the familiar notification ding; it’s very rare that she keeps her phone at more than a foot or two away from her at any time, and it’s pretty often that her phone is buzzing with messages from friends or from the modeling agency. But it is kind of surprising seeing a private message from Instagram. Sure, she’s got a pretty good following and gets a good few likes for her stuff, but she never really talked to anyone on that platform. At most, she and Yuri had tossed a few quick back and forths between each other. 

She rolls over on her bed as she taps open the message, brow scrunching as she reads off a screename she doesn’t recognize. Didn’t seem like they were mutuals or anything. But as she actually read the message, understanding dawned on her. 

Sighing, she propped herself up on her shoulders, figuring she better be careful with this response. While she felt pretty justified in her anger, she wasn’t really happy with how things turned out, and she might have gone overboard a bit. Awkward as it may be, she’s kind of glad this guy is contacting her again, to at least clear the air. After a moment of consideration, her thumbs start flying across the keys.

[ann takamaki] messaged [caligulasaquarium]

It’s okay. Like I said, it was partly my fault for standing in in the middle of the street and not paying attention, but I mean. The other stuff too. 

Thanks for the apology, tho. (*＾v＾*)

And I think I probably should apologize too, for like. The last thing I said. You know, like how I got all pissed off and like “You don’t know me!!!” and then I went “oh by the way your doing your problems wrong” like ugh, hypocrite much? 

p.s. youve got some nice stuff on your wall. where’d you take that last pic, y’know with the foresty backdrop? 

–「 You hear the notification ping, and having started cooking, don’t answer it for a few minutes. You expect it to be Akechi, possibly, but not the person you apologized to. When the avatar with Ann’s face is the one to have a notification on it, you freeze for a few moments.」

「 It’s not what you expect. She’s still being civil with you. It’s such a terrible idea, but you reply anyway. How much damage can you do to someone over a messenger anyway? 」

「 You know the answer to that. But you pretend not to. Just for now. 」

[ caligulasaquarium ] messaged [ ann takamaki ] 

no you wwere right on the money wwith that  evven if the execution wwas a hypocrite movve you wwere right the problem is ivve tried bein around people and openin up about my feelins and it just bleww up in my face  i just figure im better off not bein around people bein a solo entity wwho cant fuckin hurt anyone and doesnt havve anyone to be hurt by  thats wworkin out real wwell as you can see  im battin a thousand by poppin off on strangers just tryin to be good to people  also thats the tirquonnel wwood  its apparently a forest wwhere people keep disappearin i wwent in thinkin id find somethin but  nothin but a lot of bones and some wweird as shit trees  some camps wwith wweird markins vvery lame but its pretty i guess   

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crowism‌:

You assumed that the person who had contacted you about your lobster had grown bored and moved on. That was a common occurrence among the few times someone actually messaged you to chat. They’d have one conversation with you and then one of you would get busy or fall asleep and then you’d never speak again.

So when you get off of the set of your most recent recorded interview, you’re surprised to see messages from a familiar handle. You say your polite goodbyes and thank the hosts for having you, then you head to the lobby to sit down for a few moments.

[ goro akechi ] sent [ caligulasaquarium ] a message:

No worries. I am quite familiar with the happenings of life hahaha. Legality is pretty straightforward here, though. If you were ever worried about whether or not something is legal, you could probably google it. The problem comes from many laws not being strictly enforced or investigated. Even the more dire ones. That is what I try to help with–investigations. Determining who committed the crimes, where they are, and what evidence can be collected to aid in their arrest. It is a very rewarding profession. But, haha, no, I haven’t eaten any chalk…

–「 You hear the notification sound, and get up to grab your phone from across the room. You’re surprised when it’s not just another fleeting like, but an actual message back. He talks about his job, and you think it’s a bit odd. Why not just arrest a person, then find the evidence later? 」

[ caligulasaquarium ] sent [ goro akechi ] a message:  as far as i knoww chalk eatin is mandatory for bein in a servver of justice  youre gonna havve to bite the bullet and go in evventually gor im fuckin kiddin obvviously  im glad youre doin somethin you like though  ivve been tryin to find somethin to do too  but evverythin i wwas trained for back home just feels useless here so i think im gonna make coffee until i figure it out  if i evver figure it out  anywway  wwhat about catchin criminals makes it rewwardin  i kneww someone wwho wwas into persecution before but as far as i knoww i think she just liked the challenge of outdoin people gettin the one up on an opponent psychologically

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kotyonokonice‌:

He shouldn’t be impressed, and he’s trying not to let it show on his face, but if this guy is even cooler than that magic-horn-lady then he wants to see why. Fortunately there’s no one else in the cafe so he settles in across the bar, leaning against the counter a little too eagerly. 

“So what shit can you do? The other troll I met has some rad magic dice, you can’t tell me they aren’t fuckin’ magic, even if it’s some play shit, she did a…she said it was a power up, and had a sword. I ran into her a while back but haven’t seen her recently….”

He really should have asked for her name, “Uh, she had black hair and horns? Oh, one of them was like uh, a hook and the other was like a fork?” He doesn’t know if it’ll help but they all seem to have different horns for some reason. 

He half blows off the questions about the job, much more interested in whatever the hell makes the sea dwellers cooler than the other trolls.

“Uh yeah, just bullshit a resume and show up. Turn over is pretty high cause you never know when the fuck us riftlings will just up and disappear so they’re not too picky.” 

He’s still grateful he got a job at all… man he’s gotta go feed those stray cats after this…hopefully today’s tips will cover the cost. 

–「 You don’t get enough time to feel full of yourself. The moment you hear the words ‘magic dice’ it’s over, and all of your assorted bladders chill over. The detailing of horn shape all but confirms it. Vriska. Your eyes widen, and your response is delayed by at least a few very long seconds. By the time he answers your questions about the job you’re already gone. 」

「 Your gills open, as if they’re going to pull in extra air while you try to think how you feel about Vriska possibly being here. Vriska. What if she saw you like this? Barely able to keep your shit together, breaking down at the drop of a pin, crying in bathrooms like a wriggler. Or worse, she wouldn’t care. She has no fucking room to judge you on being an atrocity, but she also has all of the fucking room to judge you for everything else. You don’t know if you can do this. You don’t know if you can look at her. What if you see her, and every pitch feeling you’ve ever had comes rushing back like a tidal wave? What if she doesn’t care about you at all? What if she just wants you to rot? You can’t do this. 」

「 Having forgotten that you are in a physical place with a person in front of you, your voice cracks when you speak. Your squawk-blaster is so dry. 」

“do do you havve a bathroom here  i just need to fix my hair or somethin”  

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@nyannyangaogao

–「 You’ve been spending quite a long time on social media lately. At some point, your account started to pick up traction. Not a lot, but enough to be a rush when positive feedback came your way. It fueled your desire to be on apps where you could post your face. You began lurking harder, trying to see what the success of instagram models hinged on.

 That’s how you found her. The girl who made you cry in a gross pharmacy bathroom. But her statement about bottling thing up and suffering alone stuck with you. Like you didn’t already know that. But reaching out? That doesn’t work. Nothing fucking works.」

「 You’re smart enough to know you owe her an apology, though. You open the messaging window, nubs stalling as you think over what to say. 」

[caligulasaquarium] messaged [ ann takamaki ] 

hey a heads up feel free to not respond to this but  this is the fish guy wwho called you edgy and bleww up at you at the fake wwallgreens i just wwanted to apologize  mostly for actin like a jackass wwhen you wwere just bein a person i wwas the one not wwatchin wwhere i wwas goin and i assumed a lot of shit about you based on a lot of bullshit projections and some shitty generalizations on wwhat most humans are like and you didnt deservve any part of that convversation and im sorry   anywway thats basically all i had to say  oh and red actually looks nice on you not that you didnt fuckin knoww otherwwise wwhy else wwould you evven fuckin wwear it but   im sorry i wwas bein a petty piece a wwork ovver that too  ok thats it for real bye 

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kotyonokonice‌:

Yurio frowns. He’s used to customers talking to him by now, but it’s usually just meaningless pleasantries. So the question this…fish? guy? asks throws him a little. He’s also used to seeing the strange people here, and he tries not to stare too hard. His attempts are mostly unsuccessful.  

“Eh, uh, I dunno, are you good at making coffee? I don’t think they really give a shit though…I didn’t know a damn thing about coffee when I started so…fucking go for it?” He’s being honest, if a little stand-offish. This guy doesn’t seem like a bad candidate for a coworker. 

“Unrelated,” he starts again, because he doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, “Are you some sort of fish-troll hybrid? I’ve met a troll before, she showed me some cool-ass magic tricks, but I haven’t seen one of you with fins.”  It’s rude, but he’s curious, so it all comes spilling out anyways. 

–「 You wrinkle your nose at being called a ‘hybrid’. As far as you’re concerned you’re above average as far as trolls go, and if anyone is a hybrid of anything it’s the dirtscrapers who are something else. Not you. You cross your arms as if to show you’re offended, but then he mentions running into another one of your kind. 

It would be easy to fall into a pit of worry, but as far as you know, no one you know does magic. Magic doesn’t exist of course, but what would this guy perceive as magic? It’s easy to worry. 」

“first of all im a seadwweller and wwere easily the coolest trolls that exist any so called magic you seen is a kiddies hat trick compared to wwhat i can do  but uh did you get their name  wwhat did she look like  just so i knoww if i should go die in a hole somewwhere or stay in my hivve for the next ten years either one wworks honestly”

–「 You take a sip of your drink, already feeling antsy. It’s easy to worry.」

“also howw do i apply do i just like come in and be like hey humans fuckin hire me  or do i havve to do shit  provve im wworthy a makin bevverages before they accept me  i dont knoww howw any of this wworks” 

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–「 You have made a habit of floating around when you go out, aimlessly. It’s been a fucking numb experience, where you find little enjoyment in just about every attempt you make to feel better. Occasionally, you like to stop by a little hole in the wall to have a chai latte. You have a bad habit of doing this later in the day, loitering with your phone until it’s clearly time to leave.」

「 By some stroke of luck, you woke up at a reasonable one in the afternoon this time. A look into your bank account says you don’t have a whole lot of time before this won’t be possible. You’ll have to make some decisions soon.」

「 You sit up at the bar today. Your drink is good, like usual. You look to the barista in question. You’ve seen him here a few times. 」

“hey not that im like sold on the idea  but wwhat do you think the likelyhood of me gettin a job here is like as a hypothetical wwould it be a wwaste of time to try i havve no idea howw this shit wworks in the slightest”

@kotyonokonice

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@crowism

–「 You’ve tried composing a new message to him a few times now. There’s really nothing on your mind in particular you want to talk about, but you want contact. Something safe. You’ll inevitably ruin whatever this message tag thing is. Maybe he was just humoring you before.

You’ll find out if he answers back, you guess. You send a series of messages, and space out for a bit after.」

[caligulasaquarium] sent [ goro akechi ] a message:  hey sorry i didnt get back to you  i fell the fuck asleep and then life just happened  its alwways fuckin happenin   anywway i hope that meetin wwent wwell  put a feww people in the ropes and wwhatnot  if thats wwhat you do  this place is complicated and i dont really understand it  like evven on a base levvel let alone wwhats legal and wwhat aint or wwhat people in the legal system do  not eatin chalk probably 

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nyannyangaogao‌:

“Oh man, you sure it’s okay for you to be using those for that? It doesn’t sting? I mean, I guess you’re not cut or anything, but.” 

She gingerly takes the handkerchief back from him, admittedly avoiding the most bloodied spots, but still keeping a normal grip, not wanting to seem rude, before putting it away in her bag. 

“Don’t worry about it, though. It’s really not a big deal.” … And she’d rather buy a handkerchief from a place a little nicer than a drugstore, but again. Not gonna be rude. 

She takes a moment of scrubbing at her hands with antibacterial wipes, making sure no dirt got in any of the scrapes, eyes flicking up from time to time towards her reluctant companion. 

“… Soooooooo. Uh.” Wow, this got awkward, really fast. Who knew that she would be relying on small jabs and apologies for small talk. 

“… Gonna guess you’re not from around here either, huh?” 

–「 You stay mostly quiet, not entirely surprised she didn’t take you up on the offer. Most of the stuff in this store was garbage. You’re pretty sure anyone with half a pan could tell that much. It’s the fact she’s opted to still check up on you, after how you’ve acted towards her. How easily she falls into comfortable niceness, despite you. 

You mostly keep your back to her, but at some point, she asks you another question, and you can’t keep your trap shut. You turn to her, finally making eye contact. Ruining things isn’t working. There are only a few options. Up the ante, leave, or give up.」

「 You don’t expect your voice to crack like it does. 」

“wwhy are you evven BOTHERIN at this point wwhy do you evven care wwhere im from ivve been horrible to you this wwhole time so wwhy  wwhy keep bein nice”

“im tryin to be repulsivve  so cant you just fuckin take a hint and leavve me alone  i didnt ask to run into you keep your pity to yourself and if you knoww wwhats good for you  stop bein good to people wwho treat you like garbage you humans and your soft fuckin sensibilities its a wwonder any a you manage to livve at all” 

–「 No. It’s not just a human thing. You’ve been treated with kid gloves before, and it didn’t work. It’s not going to work. You storm out of the shop as fast as you can. 」

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“I mean, if you want some pointers, a “thanks” or a “sorry” is a good start. But whatever works for you.”

She’d egg him further, but she still does feel pretty bad for his nose getting busted up. She eyes him up and down, making sure he’s not hurt anywhere else, but it doesn’t seem like it. And thankfully, he can walk without any outward signs of discomfort. She’d hate to send someone to the hospital, even if he was being kind of a dick. 

… Eh. She’d met worse. 

They spend a minute walking in silence, seemingly keeping good on their little ‘no talking’ agreement. But as soon as they reach their destination, which is a weird mix of a modern drugstore and some Harry Potter-like potions shop, (seriously, did they want to be a normal city or Camelot? Make up your mind!) a thought crosses her mind. 

“Wait. Are you okay with antiseptics and stuff? There isn’t any human medicine that’s gonna have a bad effect on you, or anything, right?” 

Ann’s not exactly a biologist, but she is somewhat aware of organisms being introduced to a foreign substance that their immunity isn’t built for, and getting seriously sick from it. She does not want to kill the cranky fish man. 

–「 You don’t respond to her retort. Instead you keep your eyes trained on the ground, and just follow along. Truthfully, you have no idea where the drug store in question is, and your phone’s battery has seen better days considering the fact you’ve been running your photo app ragged. Running maps on it is a bad idea.  」

「 She talks again, and part of you considers being a smartass and just not saying anything. But you give her a shrug, and talk around the nub in your squawkblaster once more.」

“im not wworried about it  besides i dont think anythins broken  ivve just got a stupid nose that bleeds if its movved wrong evven slightly superior genetics cant savve me from my owwn fuckin hubris  or fluffy girls afflicted wwith middle a the sidewwalk fevver”

–「 You grab a package of makeup wipes, paying for it before going to town on the mess that is your face. You glance up at present company, wondering what to do with this handkerchief she gave you. Do you give it back? Probably ruined forever now. You look down at it, then back to her. 」

“heres your thing back sorry i trashed it  i dont wwant to owwe you anythin so pick anythin in the store you like to replace it  trust me wwhen i say the vviolet aint evver comin out of this thing  any blood wwith blue in it stains forevver and a half”