towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: orphaner dualscar (

orphans) and whoever!
Setting: the dormitory floor or cafeteria; any of the stairs in between
Format: starting with action, but i'll match
Summary: dualscar deals with his curse. or rather, doesn't.
Warnings: innuendo, language, the ability to use this icon icly, and general hideousness

[it was pretty easy to tell something was blatantly askew with him; thus, avoidance of the majority of the tower's floors for sometime. but that newly and mysterious acquired feeling of benevolence towards his peers? the seemingly inherent need to good? to keep peace? the come-ons, ones that would even make his fins curl with distaste, that would tumble from his mouth nigh every time he dared open it?

it was beginning to make him physically sick.

he was hoping this to be just another trick of the tower. though upon noticing no one else seemed to be afflicated as he was, the seclusion had began. however, he can't survive forever in such-- it's actually relatively easy to catch him rushing through hallways, up stairwells, or hurriedly finishing a bowl of oatmeal at a lone table.

feel free to say hi. the orphaner actually won't bite this time.]

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[looking at him like... why aren't you taking your plate back... okay... one would think that he's either entirely forgotten about that arm incident, or that he's hoping eridan has.

either way, the plate remains out for eridan to take hold when he's ready. he'd smile in what is supposed to be a comforting manner, but he's fortunately not that far gone. well, slightly. anyway, he wants to ask if there's something wrong, so:]

I wish you were a door, so I could slam you all day long.

[Not that you could tell, with the sunglasses in the way, but Eridan finally blinks.

And stares.

And blinks again.

Goddammit, he was nearly done rebooting his brain, now he's back to:]

...wwat.

... I apologize.

[and it's sincere. he can't stand when that happens, as it always seemed to make the other either uncomfortable or just downright confused. but then he can't feel himself getting angry over it, either.]

Are you all right?

[Eridan tilts his head to the side, slowly, as far as his neck will allow it to go without snapping. This is weird. No, scratch that. Watching a doomself die is weird. Getting in-game bonuses for every single dead doomself is weird.

This is downright mindblowing.

Then a thought occurs to him and he blushes lightly, feeling mortified. He'll be taking that plate now and looking utterly miserable.]

...no, I'm sorry. Oh gog, I'm sorry. I. I thought you wwere someone else.

[...whoops?]

[raising a brow, now, though there otherwise isn't much else to giveaway his state of mind. he'd fold his arms behind his back if he had another to do so, though.]

No need to apologize, I assure you. Would you like me to retrieve you a new plate 'a food?

[only way he can properly repay him for that tragedy, apparently. WHOOPS, FUCKING INDEED.]

[Eridan shrugs at the question, staring at his plate.]

Yeah, I. Probably should.

[He winces.]

...and find something to clean up that mess, too.

[He eyes the mess he made at Dualscar's feet, properly mortified by it.]

[he pays no mind to it, tapping his boots against the ground one at a time to be rid of any excess. if he weren't aware that one of the drone-like entities here were to clean it up, he would himself; but for now, they had other matters to attend to.

he strides past him, cape bellowing out behind him as he does. if the situation weren't quite so ridiculous, it would have the effect he usually intended it for: sinister.]

Let us return, then.

[Oh, it's sinister enough. It's pretty damn terrifying, actually. Eridan ducks his head a little.]

It's. It's okay. I can go alone.

[Oh fuck, was that rude? That probably was.]

You don't. Have to bother about it, honest.

[he looks back, eyebrows raising fractionally.

really, the orphaner with such an expression... it's nothing short of comical, given the situation. or any situation at all.]

Are you certain?

[Oh god that's terrifying. And he feels bad, because he still thinks this. Might be a different version of the Orphaner entirely. That can happen, right?]

Really.

[He's still terrifying.]

I don't want to be a bother.

[or terrifying, that. terrifyingly hilarious. but he nods, looking to the other direction for now.]

If you insist.

I do.

[He nods and ducks his head for a moment, before scurrying away. And he's still half tempted to scurry away and never return, actually.]