crispuru said her fingernails are too long to have a girlfriend and I was rea lly confused until she told me she was tlaking about sex I'm so ashamed of myself
He was the only one that actually gave a damn - That made him special, didn't it? Damn fucking straight it did.
Both hands cupped the seadweller's face, a laugh bubbling almost painfully from his own throat as his fingers just barely grazed the edges of his fins. Cronus had yet to say a single word - But he seemed fairly terrified for the time being, not that it was a bad thing in the slightest. It was quite enjoyable, really.
"You know, I listen to you plenty. You do the same for me - It's rather relaxing, knowing you've always got the time of day and you're not going to request that I simply cease speaking for your own comfort, mostly because you're already extremely fond of my speaking, yes? Yes. Of course, that's exactly it. I know you so well, that's because we've got such a good range of mutual connection and communication, which brings us close enough together to earn special privileges with eachother, does it not? Hah, of course it does! You don't deny such either, do you, Cronus?" It seemed, for once, Kankri wasn't going to answer his own question.
The higherblooded troll was sprawled under his crouching form, biting his tongue and keeping from shoving his companion off and ditching as fast as he possibly could. His blood pressure must have been off the charts by then, his blood pusher racing painfully quickly and harshly against the inside of his ribcage, eyes wide.
There were a few moments of tense silence, continuing on through Cronus's nod, but Kankri was already off again before much else could be said, drawing out a wince simply by dragging his nails too sharply down the other male's neck.
"Exactly, that's why we're such good companions. We've got trust, and you especially trust me, because I care about you and I only want the best for you in any situation, as it always has been and always will be, hm?" Another laugh, another dragging of nails upwards, violet blood welling up in their path.
It was going to be a stressful day.
[11:37:14 PM] Blooper: Eridan meets mituna and is trying to decipher him and have a conversation and protective sol walks up
Meeting a Sollux lookalike that was outright broken was one of the most intriguing things ever.
Of course, Mituna seemed different enough appearance-wise - But Eridan was much too distracted trying to figure out what the fuck he was saying in the first place to give a care and put thought into it. Brows furrowed and frown pulling at his face, he repeated himself for the second time.
"I said talkslowly, ya' get that? Nice andslow, so I can hear ya' right."
And, as expected:
"M'th-sorry," his head hung forward, shoulders slumping not all too far behind, and Eridan clicked his tongue and fought back the migraine threatening to blossom behind his temples.
"See, like that. Jus'. Keep talkin' calml-"
"D'n't tell me w-what to fuc-kkin' do- Th-suck my bulge, dick-k feed!" Alright, that he understood. A scoff, arms crossing over his chest as he looked the ocher blood up and down. Was he really just that slow? Was his head really that messed up?
His mouth opened, retort dying in his throat just as it'd been about to be released, a voice much clearer than Mituna's own nearly having him groan in frustration.
"ED? God, are youreallytalking to that fucked up kid? You really don't have anything better to do?" Not even in death was the douchebag anymore bearable. Once more, before he could actually speak, Eridan was interrupted. He managed to furrow his brow even more and turn enough to face Sollux just as he stepped up beside him, looking more agitated than even the seadweller.
"Wow, whoa are y-yoou to thsthspeak, huuu-uuh?" Mituna laughed out something of a throaty snort, sounding more akin to a gagging choke than anything.
The migraine hit harder than Sollux and Mituna's arguing, leaving Eridan to do little more than huff and storm off, muttering under his breath and leaving the lowbloods to their screeching.
[11:39:13 PM] Blooper: Sufferer and summoner argue about tactics if rebellion
"No, you've got to come in from the North in warmer climate-"
"As much as I respect your opinions, dude, you've got to come in from the West."
"I assure you, the North or the East."
"West-"
"If you come in from the West you've got the warmer breezes and temperatures behind you, ranging from warmer to moderate, whereas coming in from the East brings you through mostly cold to moderate temperatures, and the North brings the more chilled currents and breezes as well. If you go in through or around warm water ports, for instance, you're leaving yourself much too open and predictable, though, ideally, storming from the inside out after any amount of infiltration allows for enemy scatter tactics, which is why you leave varying degrees of offensive positions about their only escape roots, capturing them-"
"Holy shit."
"I'm a man of strategy, though I would never encourage such actions upon any given group, especially ragamuffin revolutionists-"
"Not ragamuffins, god, don't call us that. I'm a trained professional-"
"As a Cavalreaper, not a revolutionist."
A brow quirked, another furrowed, and both men kept their chins high and arms crossed. Nearly an hour after meeting in dreambubbles and they were already talking up a storm, discussing and arguing through tactics, the Psiioniic himself even getting bored of such in-depth development of such things long before that given point. Neither would relent, the Sufferer more easily getting words in than the Summoner.
"Alright, I admit to that, but at least I got somewhere. Prancing up to the opposing team and asking if they want to talk about their feelings is only going to get your ass beat and half a dozen good troll friends strung up from clothes' lines."
"Those whom rose up in my name did so without my consent nor request. Their actions I take full responsibility for, yes, but not once did I lead a single existing lifeform to their demise." He took the time to hesitate, speaking his next statement much more carefully. "My family does not blame me, either. Keep that in your mind, though I doubt you'd be so quick to make such an accusation."
"All I'm sayin' is that I ain't going to give some highblood trying to take my ass down a hug because they decided I needed one."
[11:44:45 PM] Blooper: Dualscar tries to redeem his joke-telling with Ghb in the afterlife
"You got five minutes, brother. Five motherfuckin'minutes."
"Listen up an' listen up better 'an ya' did last time, ya' big lug of a troll-"
"Five minutes-"
"Whatdoya' call a fish outta water?"
Something akin to a growl was the only reply Dualscar received to the question. Already, the Grand Highblood could feel his nerves running thin.
"A lowblood! Get it? 'Cause they're always flounderin' 'bout, lookin' to get back in their pl-"
"The amount of wicked punishment I am YEARNING to administer right upon your god DAMN SKULL right now is so fucking OVERWHELMING I might just take to LIVING AGAIN for the sake of KILLING MYSELF IN ANGER."
