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

[chronomancer]

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?]

Comments

[chronomancer]

[Eridan smiles and goes on fingering Equius' hair. He digs the uguu, it's kawaii as fuck.

Can we... can we just stay like this forever? Can that be a thing? Eridan wants it to be a thing so badly.]

[geometry]

[Sure, yeah, why not. Eventually the hand moves up to start rubbing at his forehead, as if the moe he's giving off like a lightbulb is actually affecting his head. Which it probably is. There's no escape from the moe, even in your mind.]

I can't fucking believe you.