towerofanimus | [OPEN] In the back of my head there's a siren that won't shut up.

Characters: Eridan Ampora and YOU!
Setting: Media floor.
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eridan's back from his little time out in the land of boredom and jack-fuck-shit-all-to-do, but they're serving waffles in the cafeteria and he needs a few dumb movies to shut up his brain before he braves out social interaction on a larger scale.
Warnings: Eridan.

[Eridan's got this whole thing sorted out. Utterly in control, it's him. You don't even know. He's got about four plates of waffles stacked up and he's curled up on the floor, back pressed against a couch, and there's blankets and really stupid action flick blaring in the screen. Screw you, Zen masters, he doesn't need no stinking peace and quiet to get some inner peace.

Or at least something that greatly resembles inner peace.

By which I mean denial. Very thorough, very careful denial. So yeah, no trauma here, no emotional unrest, no sir. All is calm and chill as fuck, and if you don't agree you can go have a talk with the barrel of his gun, which is coincidentally half hidden under that pile of blankets and within easy reach.

But it's not like he's being paranoid or anything. Of course not. Shut up. He's watching a movie and eating waffles and not going crazy. What's wrong with that?]

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[ Hey, it's not like Tavros wants to do this either, but it would be really stupid to pretend that he didn't notice Eridan when he so clearly did. However, now that he actually got his attention, and their eyes locked, it triggered some glorious memories in his think pan.

... Memories that took place sweeps in the future. This kid is just too honest for his own good and the expression on his face is so unpleasant, regardless of his words. ]

Wow, okay. I ... had a lot to say to you, but I honestly don't know if it's even worth it at this point. You know?

[Eridan blinks at that, unsure how to answer, before he snorts.]

If you want to say it, say it. You'll feel better afterwards.

[ He rolled his eyes. ] No. No I won't feel any better afterwards. I can talk for all eternity and I'll still feel all kinds of awful.

[ How to process feelings? Can't process. Okay, let's do this. ]

What the fuck were you thinking?!

Nah. Take it from someone who knows from experience. Sitting on shit and festering on it ends in people either dead or dearly wishing they'd be dead.

[Eridan shrugged. Then blinked at the outburst. He blinked again, slower and purposely.]

You're gonna have to narrow it down a little more than that. Because despite what you might've been told, I do actually kinda thing a lot. All the time. Overthinking shit, that's one of my shticks. That and dying messily, but the whole dying thing is more like a running gag these days.

I'm already dead. And I talk enough. With the wrong people, though ...

[ He sighs, staring miserably at Eridan. ]

I overthink as well, which is why I want to put this to rest and move on. Just thinking about it again is making me sick to my stomach. To be honest, I'm not even angry anymore, just generally grossed out and exhausted. [ Oh yeah. he wanted him to be more specific. ]

You. Gamzee. Sweeps in the future.

Oh.

[Eridan had been nodding along, almost sympathetic, until the last bit. Then he stopped, blinked, and then snorted loudly.]

That.

[He shrugged, like it wasn't a big deal at all. Or that he hadn't gotten the shit beaten out of him for it, for that matter.]

Nothing much, I was hungry and he was being a bitch.

[Eridan smirked, despite himself. He couldn't help it. There was something meanspirted and yet strangely smug in that expression, even if it didn't last long. He shrugged again.]

Don't really see what's the big deal, it's not like anyone died.

[ He's just going to glare at Eridan, looking extremely unamused with his carefree attitude. ]

We wouldn't be having this problem if you killed him. What happened between you two is far worse, but you seem to be sharing Gamzee's mentality toward this situation.

... I'm not surprised.

Well, if you ain't surprised you could share the enlightenment.

[Eridan arched an eyebrow.]

He lost a quarter of his body weight in blood, for the just and noble cause of me not starving. How's that wrong? Signless did the same thing, and you don't see him having a fit about it.

Okay, so you're saying nothing else happened?

[ To be fair, he really should hear out Eridan before answering his question. And so, he waits. ]

[Eridan gives Tavros a look that's half incomprehension, half questioning his mental prowess.]

...yeah?

[He snorts loudly and reaches out to tear a piece of waffle. After chewing a little, he swallows.]

Well, okay. I tripped him with a chair and knocked him out via shovel to the head, but like I said. He didn't die or anything. Granted, Signless is probably not pitching a fit because I didn't smack him with a shovel, but that's because Signless is not a fucking asshole.

I found more than bite marks around his neck, Eridan.

[ Fuck, why is he going through this topic again? He is regretting all of his life choices. Regardless, Tavros takes in a deep breath and leans down a little, hands on his knees and he keeps his voice low. ]

I don't want to fight you. I really have no interest in that, only because it won't benefit me at all, or make me feel any better. I'm just ... trying to understand. That's all.

...well, yeah.

[Eridan is looking at Tavros like he shouldn't even have to explain this.]

That's how it works. It's not, you know. You don't just bite and blood flows. You gotta keep it from clotting. See the part about him not being dead, I didn't actually tear out his throat, so I had to keep the fucking purple swill flowing.

[He makes a face.]

Word to the wise, being a blood sucking undead abomination ain't all it's chalked up to be.

[ He blinks slowly and stares for a while. Well, he's not sure whether he believes him or not, but he can't be bothered anymore. Plus, the kid didn't need to humor him and lie about shit. He seemed the type that would flat-out admit to murder and not regret anything.

He sighs and straightens his back again. ]

I really don't get your weird friendship with Gamzee ...

Yeah, take a number and get in line.

[Eridan snorted.]

It's a very long line.

Uh, no. I'll keep myself out of this one.

[ No more headaches for him. Thank you very much. ]

Just ... try to avoid hitting him in the head.

Not gonna make any promises to that...

[Eridan snorts. Yeah, like hitting each other is the worst they've done. Oh, Tavros, if only you knew.]

But I can at least say that he always deserves it when he gets it.

...

[ Sigh. Why does he even bother with this guy? It might be fun and games for Eridan, but for those who knew Gamzee long enough are fully aware of the changes this highblood is going through.

He was worried and scared for him, and he hoped he would get to feel the same amount of concern from Eridan, but he's not seeing it at all. ]

Whatever, man.

[ With that said, he turned to leave. ]

[If only Tavros knew what Eridan knows... but that of course would mean actual communication taking place, and we can't have that here, now can we?]

Just callin' it as it is, Nitram, don't sweat over it.

[OPEN] In the back of my head there's a siren that won't shut up.

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