Recovery

[redcladidealist]

Who: Lloyd Irving and anyone who wanted to check up on Lloyd/anyone passing by
Where: Outside the cottage in Espoir where Kratos lives
Style: Either
Status: Open

Notes: Backdated to 7-31, almost two weeks following the events in this and this thread.

[It feels like it's been an eternity since he's really been outside, but after nearly two weeks

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[forevveraglub]

[It really wasn't that surprising that Eridan was out and about, it wasn't like him to stay cooped up in his hive for long. He was used to campaigning and traveling--granted, a good amount of it on Alternia was on the back of his lusus, but he now had his wand for that instead. Was much more awesome that way anyway!]

[It is equally unsurprising that he had spotted Lloyd. They had had near to no contact since their last encounter, and one could say in the vaguest of senses that maybe Eridan had missed Lloyd. Maybe not in a way that would promote fondness and endearment--but it was good fun to mess with the human idealist! He descends, landing not far from the porch, a grin plastered on his features.]

What a relief! Seein' as you're in good health and the like. I was worried I went to hard on you, might hawe snuffed the pathetic human life outta ya. But it seems your longewity is as fuckin' obstinate as you are.

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd stiffens. Damn it, of all the people to show up! Despite his weakened condition, though, Lloyd glares back, practically radiating hostility. His hands clench into fists - but he doesn't stand up. Not yet. He wants to so badly, but he doesn't want Eridan to see how much pain he's still in. He can't afford to show weakness.]

Eridan. What are you doing here?

[And how did he even find him?]

[forevveraglub]

What am I doin' here? Rude. I can be where ewer the fuck I want for what ewer reason I want. I hardly hawe to answer to the likes a you.

[Guess who's approaching you Lloyd! He stops though, not stepping onto the porch yet, merely eying him with smugness.]

So are you chair-bound? Hawe I honestly crippled you so much? Or are you tryin' to reap the benefits a the pity-spoils that I so gracious gawe you? Not, a course, that anyone would fuckin' pity a fool like you.

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd's temper flares.]

I'm not crippled!

[And against better judgment, he'll prove it, too! He pushes himself up, forcing himself to ignore the way his ribs ache and protest at the move, and if he grimaces he hides it behind a glare of stung pride.]

And I don't need your pity or want it! Just go away. Don't you have better things to do?

[forevveraglub]

[Eridan's eyebrows rise as do his fins as they perk curiously at the presence of such pride. It's obvious that the human is pushing himself when he shouldn't and that just gets a smirk and a head shake from Eridan.]

You may as well be--and I wasn't offerin' no fuckin' pity. If you'd clean your goddamn auricular sponge clots, you'd hawe picked up I was sayin' no one WOULD. You're far too fuckin' stupid to waste any pity on. You're a lost fuckin' cause if I ewer did see one.

[redcladidealist]

Then why are you here? [He doesn't know what auricular sponge clots are and right now he doesn't care. He growls, resisting the urge to hold his ribs. Damn it, it hurts. Eridan, just go away so he can sit back down.] If I'm such a lost cause, why are you wasting your time even being here?

[forevveraglub]

You're fun. [All the answer he gives as he just grins toothily at him.]

[redcladidealist]

[What. For a moment, all of Lloyd's hostility disappears. He stares at Eridan blankly. Complete mental derailment. What?]

Fun?

[forevveraglub]

[That blank stare just makes Eridan laugh.]

Did I stutter?

[redcladidealist]

No, but-

How am I fun? All we've ever done is fight!

[You make no sense, Eridan!]

[forevveraglub]

Are you tellin' me you don't enjoy duelin'? What's NOT fun about a good duel?

[You humans are weird! >:|]

[redcladidealist]

I never said that! I like sparring but-

[Augh, you are so confusing! That's not what they were doing! They were fighting, not dueling! That's not- They're not-]

We hate each other!

[forevveraglub]

... So you're admittin' you hate me? Pretty forward a you, Lloyd. But I hardly see what that has to do with anythin' other than bein' the EXACT fuckin' REASON we dueled before.

[JEEZ LLOYD, You get confused over the simplest of things!]

Granted, you're hardly worthy to hawe a riwal like me--not to mention I already hawe a kismesis, but that doesn't change the fact that you're fuckin' entertainin'. And ewen though I fuckin' made you the recipient a your own ass, it was still a alright duel before. I'll admit you're not bad for a human, but ewen so, you just can't match me.

[redcladidealist]

[Forward? What-? He doesn't even know what that's supposed to mean. Lloyd gives Eridan a suspicious glare. Is he making fun of him here?]

I thought it was pretty obvious. What's there to admit?

[Then he scowls. Insults veiled as backhanded compliments he gets. He's just going to ignore the words he didn't understand. He doesn't need to know what a kismesis is. He understands enough.]

Yeah, well, I landed hits on you, too. That fight could have gone either way.

[forevveraglub]

Well, the emotions were obwious, just wasn't sure if you were so willin' to admit it--especially so soon, But I guess it really isn't SO soon, since we'we been more or less riwals since we'we met--but again, I'm taken, redscarf, you spoke too late.

[SCOFFING, all the scoffing.]

You just got lucky, don't look too far into those hits, those were merely mistakes on my end. Not any sorta testament to your own abilities.

[redcladidealist]

[Eridan, you are giving him a headache. What is he talking about? Taken? Speaking too late? About what?]

I'm not going to stop hating you just because you think I got there late. You're the one who started this! No way am I going to back down! Not until you do, you jerk!

[The pain in his ribs is really starting to get to him, and it's a struggle to keep his breathing even. The corners of his eyes tighten with the strain, but he's still not willing to give in.

He scoffs back.]

Maybe you're the one who got lucky. I know I could definitely take you if you stayed on the ground.