"I..." Eridan felt his stomach drop at that. He'd noticed, but he had pressures. Obligations. If he had talked to the guy before, there would be no damn way his reputation could survive it. But he didn't care about that these days. Reputation would be tarnished, it'd be bright and squeaky, it didn't matter what he did, just as long as his grades never dropped and he fulfilled his obligations. Two more years of this, and he'd be free from that stupid hierarchical bullshit. He was fucking sick of being painted with the broad brush that the rest of the seadwellers had rightly earned. He had friends - distant, out of those obligations - that didn't meet some rigid, ridiculous standard due to caste or clique, and they were good people. If he hung out with them, he got looked at funny. He was fucking sick of it.
And here he was getting judged for it by someone who probably spent his whole fucking life dealing with the bullshit that the other royalty had given him. Probably just out of the fact that he was a highblood that didn't act the way they wanted. Shit, he knew that was the case. He'd seen the others push him around and watched him passively walk on like he'd given no shits. It made Eridan's stomach churn. He was never a part of that. He strove to change that. All while under a veil of pretense, he worked to change how school society did that shit. It never seemed to work.
He tensed at the other's on-the-nose guess. "Yeah," he muttered. "Just by the beach," he amended. "You're avoidin' my questions. Fuckin' answer 'em. I'm not gonna fuckin' sit here lettin' you pull this fuckin' paranoid, skate-through bullshit with me. Why didn't you go home last night?" He repeated, glaring at the highblood.
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Date: 2013-08-13 04:41 am (UTC)From:And here he was getting judged for it by someone who probably spent his whole fucking life dealing with the bullshit that the other royalty had given him. Probably just out of the fact that he was a highblood that didn't act the way they wanted. Shit, he knew that was the case. He'd seen the others push him around and watched him passively walk on like he'd given no shits. It made Eridan's stomach churn. He was never a part of that. He strove to change that. All while under a veil of pretense, he worked to change how school society did that shit. It never seemed to work.
He tensed at the other's on-the-nose guess. "Yeah," he muttered. "Just by the beach," he amended. "You're avoidin' my questions. Fuckin' answer 'em. I'm not gonna fuckin' sit here lettin' you pull this fuckin' paranoid, skate-through bullshit with me. Why didn't you go home last night?" He repeated, glaring at the highblood.