(Not) Too Late to Apologize
Eridan had let the situation flow through his head a few times, before coming to the conclusion a proper apology was needed for having tread too far onto sensitive ground with the new Mistress. However, doing something such as apologizing wasn't exactly in his nature, so he sat in his chair, head in his hands, doing his best to think over how best to approach the scenario.
He picked up his communicator and let out a loud, drawn out groan, before contacting Pyrope.
Hey. Look. I don't fuckin like you like a friend or anythin so don't get a wweird idea from this. I just feel like if I wwant to get anywwhere wwithin the circle of my damn peers and havve influence outside of lookin like a total ass, I need to stop approachin those wwho in caste terms are lowwer than me as lowwer than me.
So I feel inclined to properly apologize. I havve prepared a...offerin. Gift. Wwhatevver, and wwould like to givve it to you in person.
