Open! Eridan's intro post

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

Characters: Eridan Ampora and anyone who feels inclined to encounter him
Setting: Dormitory hallways/Anywhere you need him, really; late night
Format: Anything you want
Summary: Eridan arrives, prepare to deal with a mentally and emotionally unstable troll.
Warnings: Swearing. Like a sailor. Ha ha ha.

Eridan is wandering aimlessly through the Tower halls and floors. There's a part of him that really wants to find someone he knows but then the other part of him is telling him that what he should be doing right now is hiding in his room in the event that the very same thing is an issue.

He's changed into his regular clothing, at least, and he has his longest scarf wrapped around his neck and presumably collar in a slight bundle. He's also not really paying much attention to where he's walking. He seems pretty zoned out.

Comments

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[hahaha NOT MUCH? Fuck, why why why why?! He tilts his head to look down at her over his nose. There might be the sliiightest gap in his scarf bundle. Possibly.]

Wwell it certainly didn't fuckin' need you.

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

[Ohhhh, what color is his collar? She tries to get a glimpse, but it's not much of one. So she just kind of slides closer, hand reaching out as she leans closer to him- almost in a propositioning way.]

Wrong! I'm the best thing about this tower.

[Annnd, grabbing a hand full of scarf and yanking, eyes flicking down to the collar.

And she just grins. So. Fucking. Smug.]

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Oh, is she actually...coming to...her senses...?

As soon as she yanks at his scarf he tries to bring his hands up to pull it back up, cover the fucking collar, he doesn't know...but she's grinning. Smugly. The fucking metaphorical furbeast is not only out of the bag but has run off to live a feral life in the forest.

He hates her so much. It's the worst thing about Vriska. She is just so fucking hateable.

He pulls the scarf up anyway, no matter how futile it is at this point.]

Back the fuck off, Mindfang.

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

[Her grin only grows more insufferable as she leans back on her heels.]

That mustard color really suits you, Ampora. [Not even going to toss him a bone and refer to him like she used to.]

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[Hurtful.]

It's got nothin' to do wwith anythin', okay, I met a pair a' growwn up Sols and they had vviolet collars so it's clearly not evven supposed to be applicable. It's probably revversed.

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhhhhh, is that so? Then why is my collar the right color? Sounds like you're just making up some really lame excuses!

You seem awfully self-conscious about it.

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

I just don't wwant anyone makin' incorrect assumptions about me. That's all.

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

Hahahahahahahaha, you're such a wriggler!