Eridan flattened his hand on the table and then lifted his palm, drumming his claws against the table. There were smudges of violet blood on the table where he'd pressed his palm, but he ignored it. It wasn't any kind of big fuckin' deal or anything.
"Sounds like Az is a good moirail." he muttered, "I havven't talked to mine in a wwhile, I'm not sure wwhere I'd start wwith him so..." He shrugged, and exhaled, not looking at her for a few moments. He was starting to feel the sharp knife's edge of panic he sometimes felt when he got emotionally overwhelmed, when things were really getting under his think pan and he couldn't stop dwelling and going over things too often. It was like sinking under a tide, washed out to sea, and it scared him because it was all too fuckin' big to control and nothing made it better.
"I dunno, if I go to a privvate room I might just upright fuckin' destroy it so maybe it isn't such a good idea. Anywway, wwhat's this thing you wwant me to try?"
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Date: 2011-07-06 04:31 am (UTC)"Sounds like Az is a good moirail." he muttered, "I havven't talked to mine in a wwhile, I'm not sure wwhere I'd start wwith him so..." He shrugged, and exhaled, not looking at her for a few moments. He was starting to feel the sharp knife's edge of panic he sometimes felt when he got emotionally overwhelmed, when things were really getting under his think pan and he couldn't stop dwelling and going over things too often. It was like sinking under a tide, washed out to sea, and it scared him because it was all too fuckin' big to control and nothing made it better.
"I dunno, if I go to a privvate room I might just upright fuckin' destroy it so maybe it isn't such a good idea. Anywway, wwhat's this thing you wwant me to try?"