#super plot shit

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===> Have a delicious, much needed drink

Eridan shakily makes his way over to the liquor cabinet and takes out the bottle of wine he hadn't finished the day bef--

How the fuck is he supposed to drink?

FUCK.

FUCK.

NO. 

He shudders violently at the realization. Fucking SOLLUX. 

That fucking rat bastard, that FUCKER, that, THAT.

Ahhhh, fuck. Fuck. His headache is coming back. Staring desperately at the bottle of wine in his hand-- barely able to clutch it on account of the top portion of the arm being broken-- his lips quiver slightly. It's not fair. It's just not fucking FAIR.

He tries to lift his hand up to his mouth but find his arm won't let him FUCK MY ARM okay no that won't work. 

He lets the bottle drop to the ground and shatter and remembers his initial purpose, his hand, that's right. He stumbles towards the kitchen to find a suitable knife, almost tripping over Sollux's corpse in the process. Note to self: Get that shit taken care of.

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===> Get this annoying thing OFF

[01:56] CA: hmm

[01:57] CA: anywways

[01:57] CA: gtt a get thid hand offa me

[01:57] CA: later katr

[01:57] -- caliginousAquarium [CA] gave up trolling calamitousGeneticist [CG] at 01:57 --

[01:57] -- calamitousGeneticist [CG] began trolling caliginousAquarium [CA] at 01:57 --

[01:57] CG: NO. JUST. STAY PUT. ASJKD

[01:57] -- caliginousAquarium [CA] changed their mood to OFFLINE --

Fuuuuuck. Eridan's arm-- the one that was broken, but functional-- hurts from all the typing. Oh well, a guy has to keep in touch with his BUDDIES, right? His other hand, however, is completely wrecked. He's pretty sure that no amount of anything can ever fix it, so it's pretty much useless! It sounds like a rather good idea to just kind of chop it off. Definitely a good idea.

He gets up, wincing a bit at the dull pain on his face. The broken bone in his upper left arm hurts like a bitch too, but that'll heal in a bit. He has to lean against a wall for a few moments to collect his bearings-- severe maiming does things to a guy, you know?-- before he can move. But finally he feels pretty darn fit to get moving, and oh God, this is hilarious, his legs are shaking instead of his hands. He might as well get a drink while he's up. Where the fuck is Soll-- ahh, who gives a fuck. 

He moves his way slowly to the hallway and stares at the stairs (hehehehe) for a while, contemplating how to get down. His legs are precariously wobbly and the last thing he needs right now is to have more broken bones. Ahhh fuck, he tries to laugh but then remembers that he really...can't...SHIT. Pain. 

This is terrible. For a moment panic, fear, and disgust rises in his throat in the form of bile, but it's quickly repressed with a fresh wave of mania. Alcoholllllll. Where the fuck is it? He can't remem-- oh yeah, DUH, in his !SUPER SECRET HIDING SPOT!.

He goes to the liquor cabinet.

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===> Don the scarf

Eridan gets up slowly from his computer in the blanket pile and notices the purple and yellow Sollux had made for him a few days back. Hands trembling from withdrawal-- again-- he picks it up and wraps it around his neck. It's warm as fuck.

He gets up and stumbles downstairs to where he hid his liquor and pops open a bottle of wine (it was a present from someone? or something?) and takes a long, relaxing, beautiful, wonderful, and grateful swig. 

After a few more sips he felt his muscles loosen up a little bit and he slumps against the wall, smiling.

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==> Be Present Eridan Ampora

Your name is ERIDAN AMPORA, you were magically  scientifically turned human, and you are 9 SWEEPS OLD.

You’ve recently come into contact with your old childhood friends. Tch— friends. They all pretty much still hate you. For some inexplicable reason you’re on Earth, living with your matesprit. You have an affinity for AQUATIC LIFE and HISTORY. 

Drinking has become a problem for you as of late and you tried fleetingly to quit but to no avail.

Things were going pretty well for you until you brutally murdered your friend and accidentally beat your matesprit to death. Those events did not have a very good effect on your SANITY. 

You can be found on Trollian with the handle caliginousAquarium, and with your somewhat psychotic disposition and frequent drunkenness your prevvviously wwavvey soundin accent comes and FUCKING geos