Oct 28, 2011 00:11
[Hello, Sacrosanct. Have a pair of high-as-balls teenagers. Neither of which is Gamzee Makara, holy shit.
Vriska and Eridan are giggling on the Godhaus couch. Their hands are coasted in gross, translucent green goo - some of which splatters on the feed as Vriska waves to the camera.]
Heyyyyyyyy, everybody! I just. Just wanted you all to know that like. Eridan tooooooootally isn't a creeper. Well, I mean, he is. But like. Not with Gamzee. That's. It's like. Reeeeeeeeal.
[Oh yeah, dude!! Eridan was caught off-guard as he licked his fingers, trying to clean up his appearance or something. Whatever this wasn't working HELLO FEED!!]
Yeah, I'd better not be a fuckin' creeper at this point. I mean, holy fuck Vri', it's like... Do you even think or somethin' with that 'pan or.... wha...
[I... Sacrosanct to Eridan? Nope, he's gone for a second... his rings look a lot more appealing than talking right about now. ]
Duuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh. I think all the thoughts. About all the things. Because my mind is like. Like. All open to thinking about. Thoughts?
[STARE.]
...Oh my god look how shiny your hand is.
[High as balls.]
((OOC: Vriska, Eridan!))
eridan ampora,
vriska serket