[Equius was always... kind of a predictable troll, wasn’t he? Way back in the day, before Sgrub or the Tower were even close to entering the picture. There were always those things that you could count on him to do, like run away screaming or insist on talking about some stupid hemospectrum bullshit. That was forever half a sweep or so ago, wasn’t it? A human year... yeah. And now -- well, now Eridan’s only half-expecting Equius to do something, anything at all. That is seriously saying something.]
[He let Eridan brush his hair off to the side, expression changing very little for... well, for Equius. The feeling was definitely there, he could sense it; Eridan wanted to do something with that hand and his face that was not, at all, related to sweeping the bangs off of it. As if he really needed another reminder of that anyway. Strangely, he isn’t freaking out quite as much as he should be... there’s that feeling again, deep inside, that something was wrong with Eridan Ampora right now. And yet, it wasn’t quite strong enough to tell him that he ought to back off and let the poor murderous boy have some space. (Yet.) He didn’t want to do that. Eridan had dealt with his bullshit, hadn’t he? There was a favor to be repaid there. Only later on will he finally realize exactly how deep Eridan's sick monstrous murder hole goes.]
I’m not going to get hurt.
[Because he wouldn’t let Eridan hurt him. Matesprit or not, he’s moved well past the phase of lowblood submission.]
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foreverhalf a sweep or so ago, wasn’t it? A human year... yeah. And now -- well, now Eridan’s only half-expecting Equius to do something, anything at all. That is seriously saying something.][He let Eridan brush his hair off to the side, expression changing very little for... well, for Equius. The feeling was definitely there, he could sense it; Eridan wanted to do something with that hand and his face that was not, at all, related to sweeping the bangs off of it. As if he really needed another reminder of that anyway. Strangely, he isn’t freaking out quite as much as he should be... there’s that feeling again, deep inside, that something was wrong with Eridan Ampora right now. And yet, it wasn’t quite strong enough to tell him that he ought to back off and let the poor murderous boy have some space. (Yet.) He didn’t want to do that. Eridan had dealt with his bullshit, hadn’t he? There was a favor to be repaid there. Only later on will he finally realize exactly how deep Eridan's sick monstrous murder hole goes.]
I’m not going to get hurt.
[Because he wouldn’t let Eridan hurt him. Matesprit or not, he’s moved well past the phase of lowblood submission.]