voice; locked from edward nygma and felicia hardy

[swwag]

Okay, let's hypothetically hypothesize that somebody is currently embroiled up to their fuckin' nook in a contentious goddamn present purchasin' one-upsmanship. You know, for Earth Jegusmas or whatewer

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[swwag]

[it's actually like he can't decide which he wants to be, and his emotion in everything that follows frequently veers dangerously between one extreme and the other. he isn't sure why.]

Don't make this harder than it is - don't make this harder than it is!

No, I am goin' to wery well make it fuckin' hard as I feel like makin' it!

[annnnd back to misery. he's really only half talking to Gamzee for some of this.]

Matespritship and kismesis are supposed to last forewer, Gam, they gotta last forewer or else they were newer - we were supposed to - it was goin' to all work out okay and - fuckin' broke my back for - she - you fuckin' -

[pause. his breathing is ragged with emotion. then, icily:]

You know what? Fine. Ditch me. Abandon me to - to fuckin' rot, or whatewer, just same as ewerybody else ewer did. I don't fuckin' care. I newer fuckin' cared.

You were nothin' but a fuckin' caliginous diwersion anyway, though it was goddamn upright hilarious! That you thought otherwise. [hissing:] In fact, I was just humorin' you outta boredom the whole time, except maybe right at the beginnin', and that's just cause I was still kinda unsure a my footin' back then.

Like I'd waste that quadrant in earnest on a shit-for-blood wannabe subjugglator like yourself. Fuckin' moirailed up and lost his shame globes.

You're disgustin'.

[he's contradicting himself, and his tone is anything but the icy taunt it wants to be, but for a moment he's realizing how pathetic he sounds, how public this tirade is, and the sheer humiliation compels him further.]

Oh, and for your fuckin' information, I don't want your god damn pity either. None of it. So you can just fuckin' showe it down your protein chute, 'cos next time I see that scarred up goddamn hideous mug a yours, I'm liable to blow it the fuck off and do ewerybody else a fawor.

[an abrupt pause. he's been pacing, shouting, hissing, sneering, any of the above the entire time. he goes to say something else, until his voice cracks horribly on the first syllable. then he slams the communicator face down on the nearest available surface.

he sits there for a moment, five seconds, ten; doesn't know why he's acting like this, why the idea of Gamzee leaving him in any scope just horrifies him, still isn't aware of the chucklevoodoo shenanigans he's been hit with.

when Eridan speaks again, he just sounds kind of spent.]

Don't drag your sorry hide into my presence ewer again.

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[For a bit Gamzee looks hurt and he can't even bring himself to say anything, and even though he can get his face to look more neutral his voice still carries that along with anger.]

Fine, motherfuckin' fine. You want to be alone?

You get to all be fuckin' alone like you were back up at home.

And we'll all get to making sure you don't get to seeing us again. Don't need you around to up and pretend you're all feeling shit again when you're motherfuckin' not anyway.

Have other motherfuckers around who are up at being better to our ownselves who aren't pretending anyway.

[DISCONNECTED.]

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[swwag]

[and the line about home has him tightening his grip on the communicator noticeably, tossing a seething look off to his left at nothing in particular. he bites clean through his lip in one place and doesn't really seem to notice right away.

and then, of course, at that last line he wrenches the comm back up - Gamzee's already gone, which is good because Eridan's tearing up anyway, but that doesn't stop him from screaming a "Fine!" in response and then tossing the damn thing into the adjacent wall.

it's a little late to feel bad, but he does anyway.]