Eridan didn't just meet other trolls very easily in his bubble. Honestly it was once in a blue moon by someone that wasn't just a thing. He craved these times although usually they were short lived; who ever wanted to stay and chat with an asshole seadweller? No one, that's who.
But this one seemed familiar, and at first he wasn't sure if it was friendly or foe. He was wary all the same, walking forward a few tentative steps in the sand; his bubble was his hive. It was a little island with a broken ship, and that's where he spent his days, torturing himself.
"Yeah alright if you're a friendly you're goin' to havve to tell me noww or I'm gonna blast you," he called to the being; it looked like Karkat but he was unsure. "Did you hear me?" He stepped a bit closer, his gun held loosely by his side.












