[CLOSED] because nobody knows that's how i nearly fell

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Characters: Eridan & Jade, and Eridan & Equius
Setting: Media room, room 1-20.
Format: Action! Occasionally tl;dr action.
Summary: Eridan freaks out to Jade about Equius, then freaks out to Equius about Equius. Basically, teenagers failing horribly at romance. And worse, troll romance. (It's all Karkat's fault.)
Warnings: Troll romance. Purring trolls. Adorable-awkward shenanigans. And just plain awkward. Oh my god, so much awkward. Approach with caution.

Media room.

[Eridan fidgets. This is a constant law of the universe. He fidgets with his scarf, the hem of his shirt, the sleeves of his jacket. Unless he's intensely focused on something, like when he's shooting something, Eridan Ampora is always, always fidgeting. Recently, this has unfortunately translated to an urge to kind of maybe skin himself alive. But that was besides the point.

Eridan fidgets and shifts around the couch, trying to find a comfortable posture to wait for Jade to arrive. Oh god. Jade. Is he ready to do this? He's not sure he's ready to do this. He's not really sure if this whole crazy idea is going to work or not, but he kind of needs to talk to someone about this, and he might as well doing with his... moirail.

Oh god.

Don't mind Eridan, he'll just sit there. And fidget.]


Room 1-20.

[Eridan stares at the door for a long, long moment, fidgeting some more before he works up the nerve to knock. He really doesn't want to do this, at all, but it'll be worse if he doesn't.

He's not about to let Equius deal with Karkat just because Karkat is a meddling bitch that suddenly rediscovered his aspect and his willingness to fuck with people's quadrants and okay, gonna stop that train of thought before he gets angry. That's not conductive to the monumental fuck up he's about to commit.]

Eq?

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Then... er. Can I wait for you here? Or. You know. Should I come back later?

[He doesn't know if he sounds hopeful or terrified and his tone is a terrible mixture of both. Also, that hem is not going to survive his claws. Or this conversation.]

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[There's a long pause here. Eridan can wait patiently or not so patiently, because it's becoming quickly obvious that this yellowblood's inability to remain calm under pressure is going to start making a lot more trouble sometime soon. For the moment, though, he gulps it down with everything else rising in his throat, and tries to steady himself to the greatest extent he can before opening the door.]

[Oh my god, this kid's a mess.]

No, uh... hello.

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[Eridan looks up for a moment then drops his eyes again, busy making a little hole on his shirt with his claws. Though at least, the tears on the jacket have been fixed, by uneven, slightly too tight stitches Equius might be somewhat familiar with.]

Hi.

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[Perhaps at some later point he would notice those stitches, and wait for it to get ripped up again so he can fix the damn thing properly. But in the meantime, no, he didn't notice, mostly because he didn't notice anything aside from Eridan is here and FOUR DAAAAAAAYS. He gulped again.]

H-here, uh... come in.

[Equius seemed to be pressed against the door as he opened it. He was unusually slouchy today, and looked much shorter than he really was.]

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...yeah.

[Boy, oh boy, let's play the who can shrink the most game! Eridan shuffles in a little awkwardly, eyes firmly on the floor.]

Thanks.

D'you want to have them agree to do this thing now, or wait until the Shadow event for drama points?

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[Yes, let's! This narration is not even going to go into the sports-announcer bits, but for all our fans at home, just know that it was a truly magnificent display of spinelessness and the results came up tied.]

Right. Um...

[What a coincidence, Equius' eyes were drilling holes into the wall. Because apparently they can't even stand to look at the same place. He's a bit afraid to say anything because he knows that it would bring them closer to the inevitable point of the discussion, so clearly the best strategy is to say nothing at all.]

Don't you mean Awkward Points? [The answer is yes. Always yes.]

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Er.

[Let's do the fidgeting thing. Because his fidgeting worked out so well last time, right? Just let him start small, worrying little holes at the edge of his shirt, worry worry worry worry go his claws, wearing down the fabric.]

Right.

"Awkward Points" wouldn't fit in the text box.

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[In direct contrast to Eridan and his constant fidgeting, Equius was standing stiff as a board, dutifully looking somewhere, anywhere, that wasn't the jadeblood's face. He could hear the threads straining and ripping under Eridan's claws, and the sound was just horrible in more ways than he could explain in a single sentence of thought/narrative. After a few seconds of that, he cleared his throat just to be rid of the noise for a while, but realized too late that it meant he actually had to speak.]

...Um, you...

[And after that helpful contribution, he lapsed back into silence, subconsciously backing into the nearest corner.]

Blah, excuses.

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...right, me.

[That's a good start. Eridan swallows hard.]

I want to... er, probably should... um. That is. I have something to as---tell you.

[Telling. Not asking. Telling. All he has to do is tell, not ask. That's the one loophole in Karkat's bitching. That's it.]

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...Yeah.

[His voice is suddenly pretty choked. Why him? Why does this all have to happen to him?]

I mean... [Shit.] ...go on.

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[...oh god.]

...oh god.

[!]

I mean. Er. It's just that you're.

[A pitiful creature and he loves you. Er.]

Er. Well. Fuck, how do I say this.

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...I-it's okay.

[He blurted it out, and once again found himself stumbling around trying to keep up with his goddamn mouth.]

You don't have to... say it.

I know.

1/?

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[Wait what.]

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[What is he even talking about, how could he know what he's---]

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[...oh god the fucking network's broken. Shit. Fuck. SHIT.]

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[oh god that entire fucking conversation was public]

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[...Karkat Vantas is a dead troll.]

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[...focus, Ampora, focus.]

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[Oh, right. Equius knows.]

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[Well fuck.]

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[...say something, you nooklickin', grubfuckin' stupid failure of a shitstain!]

...er.

Done!

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[...something coherent, dumbfuck.]

...great!

[Eridan squeaked, snapping out of the momentary BSoD. Squeaked. He winced.]

I mean. I'll just. You know. Stop wasting your time. Yeah. Sorry.

[Yeah, not even waiting for an answer to that, absconding the fuck out of here.]

FINALLY

[geometry]

[At the same time as Eridan:] Yeah. Um. Sure. Why don't you. Do that. Yeah.

[SLAM]