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CHARACTERS: Shadow & Eridan
LOCATION: Shadow's Not-So-Secret Room
WARNINGS: Uhh, bathtime antics? Possibly talk about how hard life is.
SUMMARY: Eridan swore that he would make Shadow presentable. Apparently, that means showing up at a late hour with a bottle of shampoo, a brush, and the location of the nearest bathroom.
It was probably a ridiculous hour to be wandering out, looking for hair-related trouble, but Eridan wasn't really doing much sleeping. Or, more accurately, he wasn't doing it at an hour where it would be commonly acceptable. It didn't really matter, though; Eridan was more interested in following up on the network posts than sleeping, anyway.
Tonight, though, he was getting pretty fucking bored with everything people were talking about - who cared about most of this shit? - and so he found himself generally irritated with the whole damned thing. He tried to come up with something else to do - but it was hard, considering that there really was fuck all for him to do. He'd scrounged up enough bedding for a pile, his two beds shoved together into the wall to give him ample room, and he really didn't feel like giving the exploration thing a shot tonight.
So, he did what any sane, rational troll would do. He grabbed the few meager hair supplies he had found, including a brush, and made for the showers. -- And then detoured, sharply, to go pound on a certain hedgehog-turned-human's door.
He was fucking doing this.
He was going to make this shit happen.
(Awkward feelings or not.)
LOCATION: Shadow's Not-So-Secret Room
WARNINGS: Uhh, bathtime antics? Possibly talk about how hard life is.
SUMMARY: Eridan swore that he would make Shadow presentable. Apparently, that means showing up at a late hour with a bottle of shampoo, a brush, and the location of the nearest bathroom.
It was probably a ridiculous hour to be wandering out, looking for hair-related trouble, but Eridan wasn't really doing much sleeping. Or, more accurately, he wasn't doing it at an hour where it would be commonly acceptable. It didn't really matter, though; Eridan was more interested in following up on the network posts than sleeping, anyway.
Tonight, though, he was getting pretty fucking bored with everything people were talking about - who cared about most of this shit? - and so he found himself generally irritated with the whole damned thing. He tried to come up with something else to do - but it was hard, considering that there really was fuck all for him to do. He'd scrounged up enough bedding for a pile, his two beds shoved together into the wall to give him ample room, and he really didn't feel like giving the exploration thing a shot tonight.
So, he did what any sane, rational troll would do. He grabbed the few meager hair supplies he had found, including a brush, and made for the showers. -- And then detoured, sharply, to go pound on a certain hedgehog-turned-human's door.
He was fucking doing this.
He was going to make this shit happen.
(Awkward feelings or not.)