Wwho eats this fuckin' stuff? Once in a wwhile, maybe, but not on a regular fuckin' basis. It hasn't got any meat in it at all, and this curse wwon't evven let me put any into it. Fuck this curse. I just wwon't eat today.

[Much as he hates it, Sollux basically has the highest blood in the city in the most available body, and Eridan has a serious craving for the highest quality troll meat he can find. It's not that much of an issue, really, is it? All Eridan can think of at the moment are upsides, like getting to keep Sollux in the City with him.]

Sol. Wwe need to ( Read more... )

[Eridan is standing on the roof of Building 8, filming himself sending vast arching beams and rivulets of streaming, crackling white power across the sky. He's yet to actually blow a hole in anything, shockingly, but he's grinning sharkily and is possibly, with his cape streaming out behind him, mere inches away from actually starting to laugh ( Read more... )

[The only reason the video turns on is because something is chewing on the keys of Eridan's husktop. Something with a fat purple segmented body. Once it's worked out it isn't edible (only after leaving pointy teethmarks all over it) it crawls over to another section of the desk ( Read more... )

[Video opens on Sollux's glasses getting launched into the sea. Eridan huffs amusedly behind the camera ( Read more... )