Jun 29, 2014
It's almost three am and I have to be up in a couple of hours to do housework. Sorry, guys, but I really have to head to bed! I'll talk to you all later. ;u;
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It's almost three am and I have to be up in a couple of hours to do housework. Sorry, guys, but I really have to head to bed! I'll talk to you all later. ;u;
»Time to go visit your fiancé boyfriend. And decide whether or not you want to pop the question tonight, or wait until tomorrow. Man. Tough choice. You knock on his door, though, with a smile.
>you pull away from your computer and you input the coords in the transport device oriion gave you, and you were zapped to his place. It was the first time youve been there, so yeah you were kind of confused to where you were… "…oriion??"
The apartment, for the most part, is open space. It isn't like a small apartment either—it's one of those million dollar ones that like has two floors. And you're on (surprise) the second floor of the building itself. The lower level, at least. The upper level is where the coordinates have led Eridan; he'd find you on the couch, trying to rub the tears from your eyes. You'd sounded so confident online.. And now this.
Pe9ple that I want t9 snuggle right n9w: Eri.
6ut I might get him sick. Ghhhh. Hard ch9ices are hard. ):3
==>Ghostie: Try to be a good moirail.
»You hate that you don't look like yourself, that you don't have those big wings you can wrap around you precious little moirail. You arrive at his house, looking like Karkat. Sounding like Karkat.«
Eridan? Honey, where are you?
+royaltyhipster
Royalty, huh? That'2 a niice change. The name'2 Oriion, wiith two ii's. Plea2ure to meet you. Name and pronoun2, plea2e?
Shit my meds kicked in. Sorry, guys. Gotta heD to sleep!
==>Ghostie: Visit your moirail.
»God, you look like such a fucking tool. Hair slicked back, black leather jacket on your shoulders. Hell, you're even smoking a cigarette. ..You put it out and away before you arrived, but you still smell vaguely of smoke. Your wings aren't there, either, thank god. You'd have ruined a perfectly good jacket if they had been there.«