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It takes a little while for the love potions to kick in, not that you know that’s what it is. All you know is that one moment you’re sitting on the curb nibbling at cotton candy and considering if you should head home for the evening, and then you feel like you’re dying.
Everyone is very loud, everything is very close, and your brain is suddenly screaming that something is wrong everything is wrong you worthless useless pain in the ass why are you here why do you exist-
You aren’t a stranger to the feeling of panic. It was part of your life every sweep up until about two ago, when you figured you more or less had the main issues under control. So when this feeling, this awful gut-wrenching feeling of wrongness hits you, you flee.
You don’t get very far, of course, because there’s more than just panic fueling you right now, but you make it to the quieter areas of the festival before just lying down and taking slow, measured breaths.
When you can, you sip at your new juice and try to focus on the taste to ground yourself.
> Alarm check
Boring and tedious, maybe not absolubtly pointless, actually now that Aradia brought it up, very vital considering who lives in this house. Alarm checking is one thing Eridan would personaly not like to do. Then again there is a lot of things he doesn’t like doing but he has figured a long time ago that life is about doing things you dont like until you can do things that you actually like.
It won’t be so bad this time. Aradia is comming in to check, they dont talk much. That doesn’t mean Eridan dislikes her, he thinks she is fine and worthy on conversation. Or silence, whatever is prepared, people like silence too, for whatever reason.
He’s there on the dot, waiting. One hand tapping the wall, the other holds the belt aganist his chest, the one that keeps his rifle and holster on his back. He brought his rifle because sometimes he can and he feels it fills his aesthetic. Nevertheless the sooner Aradia is here the faster they can end this and the quicker he can go back to the shooting range.
You should go to Clair's gym, she's looking for hot dads!
He drops everything he’s doing and stops to look at the anon, just kind of... tilting his head slightly and squinting, like he understood the words but his brain refused to believe he’d actually heard it properly.
“I... I don’t even know what to say to this... So I am just, ehh... going to continue typing now... oui...”
((AGE OF ULTRON WAS AMAZING AND I CONTINUE TO NEED ALL THE THREADS WITH MCU PEOPLES OH MY GOSH OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH))