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wwho the scumsuckin blisterin bloody FUCK thought it a good idea to take advvantage a me wwhile i wwas asleep
here i am wwakin up nearly twwo earth human wweeks later
gaze upon myself in the fuckin mirror to discovver MY PURPLE STREAK IS FUCKIN GONE
wwho has the dowwnright fuckin SHAMEGLOBES to do that shit
come forth so i may wreak upon you the rightful retribution that such a impudent and unwwarranted act deservves
you do NOT touch my fuckin hair
not wwhen im awwake not wwhen im asleep not EVVER
wwhen i find out wwho did this ill be sure you tremble in fuckin TERROR the next time you so much as GLANCE at a box of hair dye or soil your pants at the vvery thought a doin such a profound act of blasphemy
youll fuckin wweep tears of anguish and remorse for this i guarantee you that and if you try to hide i swwear to fuckin FUCK ill make this that much wworse you arrogant incorrigible sandcrawwlin piece a fuckin SHIT
SO WWHO WWAS IT STEP THE FUCK FORWWARD YOU GRUBFUCKIN DIRTSCRAPPER

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I didn't. I mentioned it in a privvate message to you.
Anywway, it doesn't matter noww, does it?
I said it, and it's time to get ovver it.
Now then, wwhat about our trainin regimen?

augh not wwhat i meant but sure fine lets drop it
but yeah
the trainin regimen id like to pick that back up most definitely but maybe not today i mean i just fuckin wwoke up after nearly twwo wweeks an all and i got this fuckin crisis to deal wwith

[Oh such a crisis, his hair doesn't make him look like a tool for once.]

No.
Isn't this fuckin important to you?
You'vve already wwasted twwo wweeks a my time.

i didnt say this wwasnt important
AND BE FALLIN INTO A COMA ISNT MY FUCKIN FAULT
iit just happens an theres no wway to fuckin avvoid it so dont go throwwin that in my face like i had control ovver it

I don't see howw that's my problem, nor wwhy it should abdicate you from responsibility.
If you commanded a ship, and wwere injured, could you lay in your recuperacoon a wwhile longer because of a personal problem or because you feel bad?
No, you wwould be on the bridge the moment your legs wwould carry you, or you'd wwind up losin your position or your life or both.
But perhaps you're too wweak, after all.

[ow.]

FUCK THAT i aint wweak
so FINE wwhen do you wwant me to meet wwith ya

At our usual time.
Sundowwn, on the beach.
Wwe'll be swwimmin.

Wwhat?

NOTHIN
just shoulda knowwn it wwould be at the same time so yeah
oh
like duh but not duh or anythin wwhatevver ill be there dont you wworry

[Swimming.... fuck his life.]

Excellent.
I'll be wwaiting.

[And so he is, standing on the beach in a shirt and pants, his armour and cape set aside for the moment, waiting with arms folded for his descendant]

[Fuck. He's going to look like such a fool, such a goddamn fucking FOOL. He knew this was coming, knew this was going to be a thing sooner or later--he just wished later was still the option here. So after getting himself together, washing up a bit despite the fact he's going swimming, and putting on a new pair of clothes, he definitely makes his way to the beach.]

[He feel naked to be honest, with that stripe stripped from him, he just feels so weird and--ugly? Maybe not the word for it, but it's close enough. He just doesn't look right.]

Alright, I'm here...

[Dualscar bestows upon him a faint smile and a nod of approval. Eridan, don't you see that he's only hard on you because he doesn't want to coddle you? He really does want the best for you.

The older sea dweller's eyes look Eridan over minutely]

Are you feelin wwell? After all a that sleep, you'vve fed yourself and you're ready to go?

Other than a bit groggy, I'm fine. And yeah, I fed myself, I know how to take care a myself an' all, so don't worry.

[Though, as much as he's trying to seem like Mr. I-so-totally-got-this, he looks somewhat nervous.]

Good. This session ought a be an easy one. Let's get in the wwater, and I'll showw you some positions and strategies for groups a underlings takin' out underwwater foes.

[He nods towards the water] For all wwe knoww, I'll be needin' you to command a phalanx against some kind a monster, if one attacks the bubble.

Yeah... easy.

[Eridan looks to the water with a wry expression, but otherwise composes himself with faux-confidence.]

Well, let's get to it, I mean standin' here with our fins up our nooks ain't gonna teach me anything!

[That sure is Eridan marching on over to the water, his chest slightly puffed out like he's some big deal--before he stops, looking at the water with that same expression before looking at Dualscar and like a light switch, his expression showing nothing but determination, maybe a bit of impatience. LOOK HOW EAGER HE IS TO LEARN, DUALSCAR.]

Edited 2012-05-03 06:15 (UTC)

[Dualscar follows, but doesn't enter the water yet. He remembers well how Eridan flailed when he was dumped into the ocean at the party, and while some of it could be attributed to drunkenness, he's not sure.]

Wwhat are you wwaitin' for?

[He strides into the surf and dives when the water gets deep enough, but immediately surfaces. Just his eyes are above the water, watching his descendent.]

[He's so nervous, so utterly nervous. Here he is, going swimming with his ancestor. Here he is, going to embarrass himself in front of him. Last time, he could have played it off like 'Oh I was drunk, totally not cuz I don't swim like EWER!' but now he isn't ewen the slightest BIT drunk and he really has no excuses. The thought of blaming his coma comes across his mind, but he knows Dualscar isn't stupid, knows he wouldn't take such a half baked excuse. Augh his chest hurts from this fretting and his fists have balled up tight, without him really even realizing it. Fuck, fuck, fuck his life fuck this situation, fuck him for avoiding water with such a shitty excuse!]

[He swallows hard when Dualscar speaks up, his eyes darting to him as his brow furrows.]

Who the fuck said I was waitin'?

[Who cares if he totally was! He's just going to... March his way into the ocean once Dualscar's in, yep just going in it, no problem, see he's got this way more than Dualscar probably ~~correctly~~ thinks. Once it gets to his waist, he's just going to dive forward, THAT much he can do. But it's then that he starts to panic, because there's no way he can hide this. How can he even honestly explain himself? He's trying his hardest to act like he knows what he's doing and while he might be able to mock correct strokes when it comes to swimming, there's an obvious lack of finesse and skill to it. He surfaces, barely, but he's trying to not look at Dualscar, knowing the disappointment is going to come. Goddamn everything.]

[Dualscar was pretty sure that Eridan isn't practiced at swimming, and the first few strokes confirm it. There's no disappointment, only a sigh and a bit of confusion.

He swims towards the boy. At least Eridan can't drown, so he's not too worried, but he's ready to catch him if something should go wrong, and he should start to panic.]

You don't swwim often, do you?

[His tone is more curious than anything else]

Wwhy not? Is there something wwrong?

[Well, this is surprising, if not a huge relief. He doesn't look at Dualscar though, too embarrassed and ashamed to even afford it.]

I don't, no. I spent most of my time on land--keepin' a eye on the land dwellers, mind you. It was a full time job, so I didn't get much free time to go swimmin' an' the like...

[Maybe that's part of the truth.]

I see. Wwell, wwhatevver the reason, it's not right for a sea dwweller to be a fuckin' useless swwimmer, especially livvin' in a bubble under the sea. You understand wwhat I mean?

Well... Yeah I do. I just...

[Yeah there's no real excuse here.]

I'll work on it, alright?

Good. I'm sure you wwon't disappoint me.

[He eyes Eridan for a moment]

Do you dislike bein' under wwater?

No!

[He says that all too quickly, but he tries to cover it up.]

It isn't that--not exactly, alright?

[Eridan is just very... Materialistic and vain, Dualscar. Do you know how long he spends getting all spruced up in the morning? Dunking himself in water is quite counterproductive!]

Wwhat is it, then? [Dualscar scoots closer, and reaches out. He knows that touch isn't something he himself is used to, but Eridan has a matesprit, and so maybe he's less twitchy than Dualscar was at that age. So he grips Eridan's shoulder] You havve to be honest wwith me, Eridan.

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