015 ♒ [the most theatrics-drivven vvideo post evver]
[Feed switches on.... to a pile of blankets? What. The blankets move just a tiny bit, and there's a small groan.]
[Sea dwellers do not get sick, the're too smart and awesome and augh.]
[Yeah that's... not the case for this sea dweller.]
[Meet Eridan, pathetic as ever all curled up in a massive pile that is a lot of treehive's blankets. Peering from the pile, he's looks really dang worn out. Glasses sitting on top of his head, hair looking a mess and himself looking really just pathetic.]
OOoohh.... I feel like I'm fuckin' dyyyyiiinnnn' right nowwww..... I can see death loomin' over me like he's playin' some kind a mind game on me. It's not fairrr.....
[Whiiine.]
I can baarrely fuckin' breathe an' I've been coughin' an' feelin' like I j-just wanna curl up an finish dyin' somewhere an' shit. [He coughs, retracting back into the shittily put together blanket pile.] Even my gills have been all stopped up. Ughhh, I feel like I don't even have them a-a-[Ssnnne... nope didn't sneeze.] again. [Sniffle]
I-- I don't wanna fuckin' die again, though! [SNORT. fucen stuffed up nose.] Ughhhh... Why in the fuck does this happen to me? Out a anyone that this could a ha-ha... [Oh god wait. wait. wait a second. SNEEZING.] ... Happened to, it happened to me!
OOoghhh.... [Gonna just... shut the feed off now. Crey.]
[Tl;dr, Eridan is being a baby about a cold.]
[Sea dwellers do not get sick, the're too smart and awesome and augh.]
[Yeah that's... not the case for this sea dweller.]
[Meet Eridan, pathetic as ever all curled up in a massive pile that is a lot of treehive's blankets. Peering from the pile, he's looks really dang worn out. Glasses sitting on top of his head, hair looking a mess and himself looking really just pathetic.]
OOoohh.... I feel like I'm fuckin' dyyyyiiinnnn' right nowwww..... I can see death loomin' over me like he's playin' some kind a mind game on me. It's not fairrr.....
[Whiiine.]
I can baarrely fuckin' breathe an' I've been coughin' an' feelin' like I j-just wanna curl up an finish dyin' somewhere an' shit. [He coughs, retracting back into the shittily put together blanket pile.] Even my gills have been all stopped up. Ughhh, I feel like I don't even have them a-a-[Ssnnne... nope didn't sneeze.] again. [Sniffle]
I-- I don't wanna fuckin' die again, though! [SNORT. fucen stuffed up nose.] Ughhhh... Why in the fuck does this happen to me? Out a anyone that this could a ha-ha... [Oh god wait. wait. wait a second. SNEEZING.] ... Happened to, it happened to me!
OOoghhh.... [Gonna just... shut the feed off now. Crey.]
[Tl;dr, Eridan is being a baby about a cold.]