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vatheon2012-09-01 12:57 pm
unconchonable) wrote in vatheon2012-09-01 12:57 pm
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Who: Eridan and Yuno
Where: The Park
When: Friday, after his argument with Karkat
Style: Action!
Status: Closed!
[After that tiff with Karkat, Eridan was about at his boiling point--or rather, way past it. He wanted nothing more than to smash his fists against someone's face, or maybe just enjoy the satisfying feel of releasing some holy fury on someone with the wand he doesn't have. Something, anything to relieve this anger. In a way it felt natural to be this angry. And where some might find solace in being angry, maybe even enjoy it, for as natural as it feels to Eridan, it's also somewhat caging. There's no release for it, no temper slowly declining, in fact everything just makes it worse.]
[Especially when he catches sight of a certain pink-haired human he's all too familiar once he's reached the park. His teeth clench tightly together and he swears if he clenched them any tighter, they might crack. He's offering her nothing but an indignant scowl as he approaches her.]
What the bloody fuck are YOU doin' here? Don't you got some slimy rock to slip yourself under to hide like the filthy fuckin' cretin you are?
[He doesn't even notice how his hands are balling into fists and how light his arms feel, all the easier to swing a right hook at her--though he isn't yet, but god does he want to. Maybe he'll wait till she says some smart remark before he crashes his ring-clad fist into her punchable-mouth.]
Where: The Park
When: Friday, after his argument with Karkat
Style: Action!
Status: Closed!
[After that tiff with Karkat, Eridan was about at his boiling point--or rather, way past it. He wanted nothing more than to smash his fists against someone's face, or maybe just enjoy the satisfying feel of releasing some holy fury on someone with the wand he doesn't have. Something, anything to relieve this anger. In a way it felt natural to be this angry. And where some might find solace in being angry, maybe even enjoy it, for as natural as it feels to Eridan, it's also somewhat caging. There's no release for it, no temper slowly declining, in fact everything just makes it worse.]
[Especially when he catches sight of a certain pink-haired human he's all too familiar once he's reached the park. His teeth clench tightly together and he swears if he clenched them any tighter, they might crack. He's offering her nothing but an indignant scowl as he approaches her.]
What the bloody fuck are YOU doin' here? Don't you got some slimy rock to slip yourself under to hide like the filthy fuckin' cretin you are?
[He doesn't even notice how his hands are balling into fists and how light his arms feel, all the easier to swing a right hook at her--though he isn't yet, but god does he want to. Maybe he'll wait till she says some smart remark before he crashes his ring-clad fist into her punchable-mouth.]