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When he dropped out of a vent without the slightest sound preceding him, even a honk, it was as if a shadow had suddenly been given three-dimensional shape. His paint was smudged beyond recognition, there was blood under his claws, and he wobbled just slightly in place, as if he might have been sleepwalking. His eyes, long since faded to bloody orange, were glazed over and dull. Sobriety had done him no good at all, save for giving him a purpose in life. But even then, he was very likely the only one that would see it that way.
Wandering the halls of the meteor after the bloodbath was all he could really bring himself to do when his limbs started growing too long and his shoulders too wide to be able to fit easily through the smaller vents. He occasionally stopped by the alchemiter to re-up his dwindling supply of snack food, keeping Terezi good and drunk on soda taking a back seat in his priorities lately, but other than that, he never showed his face anywhere besides the basement levels and deserted corridors. It was only right, after what he had done in service to the only cause he'd ever truly had in his lifetime, and was likely to ever have.
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Date: 2014-08-14 04:43 am (UTC)From:"Listen back, asshole. I'm gonna say this really fucking slow so you can actually process it. I'm not threatened by you. I don't see you in that way. I know what you're capable of, and yeah, I'm intimidated by that, but I'm not going to shrink away from you. You can use force, you can glare and growl and do whatever the fuck you want to pretend like you've got something over me, but y'know what? You don't. I'm not saying I'm better than you, but I sure as hell am not going to let you push me around like you're better than me. I'm scum and I know it. I've lived every fucking day of my life knowing it. You don't have to tell me, because I know. But I'm at least trying to open up a fucking discourse with you, because I can. Because, believe it or fucking not, Gamzee, I care about your stupid, delusional self."
He expected Gamzee to try something like grab for his throat and he was ready for that, ready to grab the other's hands and pin them, just like he had him pinned by his chest, the weight of his other leg down against Gamzee's legs so they couldn't swing up and grab him. Bendy fucker that he was, he was probably capable of that, too.
"So sit with me, and talk. You want that? I'm here for that. Don't act like just because I have other friends, I don't care about you, too. And don't treat me being pissy like it's fucking personal. So what, I'm pissy. You're fucking goofy as hell, but that doesn't stop you from actually being pleasant to be around when you're not a big fucking delusional DOLT about shit."
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Date: 2014-08-14 04:53 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2014-08-14 04:59 am (UTC)From:"I miss you. We all do. I miss you a lot, and you're a dick for trying to see it as anything but that." He folded his hands and then rubbed his mouth with them, before rubbing his eyes and shaking his head.
"I fucking hate this, you know. I hate that you think I hate you. I hate that you think I've never cared about you. You know all those times you said I blew you off? Do you know how guilty I felt about them? How much I wanted to be there for everyone at once? Shit, Gamzee, I wish I could have. I just didn't have time for everyone, and it blew up in my face. And sure, fine, you can hate me for that. But don't act so supremely mighty about it, either, because you need to cop to the fact that you weren't the best fucking friend there was, either."
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Date: 2014-08-14 05:09 am (UTC)From:"Fuckin' tired of all of this, man. Tired'a you bein' all motherfuckin' self-righteous, tired'a Serkets all motherfuckin' whisperin' in my pan tellin' me shit, tired...just fuckin' tired'a meanin' nothin' to nobody. You say you was my friend the whole fuckin' time, but you was tryin'a be pale with the whole fuckin' 'verse and there ain't no room for me in that. Ain't no room for me in your little fuckin' world. You tryin' now's just because I up n' made some fuckin' holes in your roster there. You wouldn't even be talkin' at me if the rest of 'em was still around. 'WHERE THE FUCK IS THE CLOWN?' you'd be sayin', 'HE BETTER NOT BE GETTING SODA OR SOME SHIT ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE. HE'S SUCH A FUCKING PAIN, THE WORST FUCKING FRIEND.' And they'd laugh and agree, 'cause that's all that was up to all'a you. Wa'n't nothin' happenin' in my pan. Only one ever actually took an interest in learnin' anything different's Eridan, sad as that fuckin' is. He knew but he was too fuckin' preoccupied. And you? You was too busy worryin' over every motherfucker to sit down and listen to me those few times I really fuckin' needed you. So I'm tired. Tired'a makin' fake friends, tired'a bein' told I don't know what's what. Maybe I wasn't the best fuckin' friend, but you know what? I ain't never had nobody took the time to show me how to do it right."
He rolled over and pushed himself back upright, almost seeming to creak as he did. He bent briefly to pick his tooth up off the floor, turning it over in his fingers then simply tossing it again. He was headed toward a vent near the ceiling, ready to crawl right back into hiding. It had been a mistake to come out and try and stretch his legs in peace.
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Date: 2014-08-14 05:15 am (UTC)From:"And don't use that vent. I don't know what the fuck is so wrong with using the hallways, but you're not gonna get jumped for doing it. Besides, something is really rank up there, sometimes when the air kicks on, it smells like fucking nasty foot fungus or something."
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Date: 2014-08-14 05:54 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2014-08-14 06:00 am (UTC)From:He stood up again and his brow furrowed.
"Do you have enough supplies to patch yourself up?"
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Date: 2014-08-14 06:09 am (UTC)From: