Ashen Attack [CLOSED]

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WHO: Kanaya and Eridan
WHAT: Auspisticism at its xenoromantic finest.
WHERE: A-011
WHEN: On the day of the later "Somebody's back..." threads, before "Technical difficulties".
WARNING(S): Annoying aliens, one an ardent and arsenic-tongued admiral, the other astonishinly articulate, and whatever they're addressing their angst as now.

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[wwrathofangels]

Yes, that was cackling. If she were to enter the room at this very moment, she would find a certain fishtroll rolling on the floor back and forth, clutching his communicator to his chest, and laughing victoriously. Occasionally he lets out a, "YES! YES YES YES! HELL FUCKIN' YES!"

Mostly, though, it's just the cackling.

Up until he hears the knocking.

FUCK. Okay, getting up and quickly neatening himself and running over to the door to open it and, "Kan, if it wweren't the entirely an' wwholly wwrong quadrant I wwould fuckin' kiss you right noww come in you said it wwas wery important right?" Pretend that sentence had some semblance of grammar.

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Ahahahaha... oh, Eridan. He might see a hint of an eyebrow raise for a moment after he opens the door. Regardless she walks in around him with the handicap of turning in her path so as to catch his every word.

"Oh, I know exactly what you're talking about, I haven't felt this ashen for anyone in my entire life." She reaches out to ardently clasp both his hands. "Eridan, you have no idea how serious the situation was -- it's so much worse than either of us could have thought; it's not just like with the matesprits being referred to as distinguished friends by sex. I finally understand why she's been sending such mixed messages -- I'm almost entirely certain that they don't culturally consecrate black romance at all. It certainly explains why our human children never mentioned it."

[wwrathofangels]

He squeezes her hands, smiling brightly at her words. Well, up until she gets to the part where she says that humans don't have black romance. You can almost hear the swelling music come to an abrupt, scratching halt as his face falls, except this isn't a romantic comedy so there is no musical score. "WWhat."

Slow blink. He might need to hear that again.

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"That was my reaction. As much as it's like saying their planet doesn't have water--" (an apt simile, water being the fearsome but necessary substance and air being the most natural and sweetest thing in the world) "--all the facts point to it. She says she hates you but then runs away from you and refuses to believe you don't want to kill her again... How much did you ever talk to the humans? All their talk of romance was never qualified with red or flushed or pale, they always said crushes or love or flirting without specifying at all. It's stupefying but seems unavoidable."