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002 - THEY SEE ME TROLLIN'
(action, 1445 Mitchell, morning)
[Eridan still hadn't really gotten used to waking up early. Most were rather groggy, with him being as grumpy as ever. Though, that mood changes when he finds himself a package in the morning...]
What in the fuckin' hell is all this then?
[He opens the package hurriedly, only to get a nasty cardboard cut...which, despite the pain, left a very, very pleasant surprise. His purple blood. Oh thank goodness. Another day of living as a lowblooded human and he may as well have gone insane.]
Thank fuckin' glub that's all over with. Damn it feels fuckin' good to be a highblood.
(phone, later that afternoon)
So, To all of you out there that may be hearin' this on this device, I'm back to bein' my old highblood self. You landdwellers best be watchin' yourselves because after livin' as you for a few months I've found you lot to be fuckin' disgustin'. Well, most a' you. There's a few a' you who I wouldn't mind fillin' the quadrants with but that's beside the point. Best be watchin' yourselves because I am not one to be fuckin' trifled with.
[He pauses as he remembers the milk from the other day. and sighs wistfully. Oh, he was sure that she's still here, and that she's responsible. Never mind everyone telling him otherwise.]
While I'm on such a topic, I should be bringin' up the lovely surprise I got in my milk the other day. It was like someone was sendin' me a message a' hate. And only one person I know who would be sendin' such a message with spiders. Knew you couldn't be resistin' the call a' the old days an' our old rivalry. You're gonna have to be tryin' harder than that though don't think you can just be crawlin' back into my life just like your little fuckin' spiders did into my mouth. I've gotten other prospects now for those sorts a' things an' you better believe they're better than you are.
[Eridan still hadn't really gotten used to waking up early. Most were rather groggy, with him being as grumpy as ever. Though, that mood changes when he finds himself a package in the morning...]
What in the fuckin' hell is all this then?
[He opens the package hurriedly, only to get a nasty cardboard cut...which, despite the pain, left a very, very pleasant surprise. His purple blood. Oh thank goodness. Another day of living as a lowblooded human and he may as well have gone insane.]
Thank fuckin' glub that's all over with. Damn it feels fuckin' good to be a highblood.
(phone, later that afternoon)
So, To all of you out there that may be hearin' this on this device, I'm back to bein' my old highblood self. You landdwellers best be watchin' yourselves because after livin' as you for a few months I've found you lot to be fuckin' disgustin'. Well, most a' you. There's a few a' you who I wouldn't mind fillin' the quadrants with but that's beside the point. Best be watchin' yourselves because I am not one to be fuckin' trifled with.
[He pauses as he remembers the milk from the other day. and sighs wistfully. Oh, he was sure that she's still here, and that she's responsible. Never mind everyone telling him otherwise.]
While I'm on such a topic, I should be bringin' up the lovely surprise I got in my milk the other day. It was like someone was sendin' me a message a' hate. And only one person I know who would be sendin' such a message with spiders. Knew you couldn't be resistin' the call a' the old days an' our old rivalry. You're gonna have to be tryin' harder than that though don't think you can just be crawlin' back into my life just like your little fuckin' spiders did into my mouth. I've gotten other prospects now for those sorts a' things an' you better believe they're better than you are.
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[because when she choked down a mouthful of spiders, she was NOT feeling the love.]
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[like more of a creeper ex situation.]
Still, I don't think the milkman hates anyone. He's probably just insane! ♪
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Wait... why the hell is everyone sayin' its the milkman. It can't be if he was sendin' spiders! Then he'd be called... spider...man... Only one person I know that would be usin' those eight-legged things to be causin' me misery and that's fuckin' Vri. Though he seems to be knowin' the way to get under my skin and he's comin' on real strong.
Could be the start of somethin' new!
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[she's been getting bits and pieces of information on trollmance pretty much half the time she talks to trolls anyway. It's not really a big deal since she's not interested in romancing any trolls.
Anyway, when Eridan uses the phrase "get under my skin", Rin seriously grimaces. The spiders didn't exactly die when she drank them thanks to her robot body, and having them scurry around in there was pretty unpleasant. Suddenly she's less inquisitive - then again, she had been responding out of shock to begin with.]
Augh...
Whatever, it sounds disgusting. ♪
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Okay takin' what I said back you had it way worse than I fuckin' did. Didn't think it could be gettin' worse than that well you sure fuckin' showed me.
[More shuddering over the phone]
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You know what, I'm sorry for this whole conversation. Now I'm grossed out, you're grossed out, and I don't think it can get any better. ♪