really i mean i figured it wwould and all of course im not nervvous i dont knoww wwhat gavve you that idea im so confident and calm right noww its dowwnright fuckin silly
Good. I thought so. Only there wwas a sort a flavvour a nervvousness in your wwritin so you might wwant to wwork on that. But wwith me it's nothin to wworry about, you knoww you can trust me to be fair by noww, don't you?
you mean psii i didnt realize you and him really interacted all too much let alone enough for him to leavve tea for you i figured he clung to signless most the time
[He leaves it at that, instead packing away his SFC and picking up a few of his movies, unsure which once will really pull at Dualscar's interest, so why not grab several! Once that's all done, and he's dressed proper, he's heading on over. Doesn't take him all too long to get there really, he knows his way, not like he's gonna get lost or sidetracked any. So once he's there, he's knocking at the door, and maybe looking a LITTLE nervous. This is, after all, the first time he's actually hung out with Dualscar.]
[Dualscar is waiting for Eridan when he arrives. He isn't nervous in the least, but he's aware that Eridan is, and that's given him food for thought.
Of course, he also knows that he hasn't done much to put Eridan at ease. That was a decision he felt was right at the time, when he felt Eridan was wild and needed to be put on the straight and narrow. But perhaps it was time to move beyond that.
So he's put aside his impressive persona for now. He's dressed in a black shirt with his symbol stitched tastefully on his breast pocket, and his striped pants - no armour or cape. There's tea made and steaming on the table, and a plate of cookies.
He opens the door and smiles at Eridan, inclining his head as he steps back]
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If I didn't knoww any better, I'd think you wwere nervvous or somethin, though.
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i mean i figured it wwould and all
of course im not nervvous i dont knoww wwhat gavve you that idea
im so confident and calm right noww its dowwnright fuckin silly
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I thought so.
Only there wwas a sort a flavvour a nervvousness in your wwritin so you might wwant to wwork on that.
But wwith me it's nothin to wworry about, you knoww you can trust me to be fair by noww, don't you?
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ill be sure to stomp out any misleadin hints a nervvousness from noww on then
of course i do
wwhy wwouldnt i
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I'll put the tea on.
The Helmsman left a feww good options for us.
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i didnt realize you and him really interacted all too much
let alone enough for him to leavve tea for you
i figured he clung to signless most the time
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He requested that I not call him Psii.
He comes ovver evvery wweek, for a feww hours.
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i hadnt realized
but alright
anywway ill gather some things and head on ovver then
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I'll tell you more if you wwant, but that's the basic idea.
I'll be here, wwaitin.
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[He leaves it at that, instead packing away his SFC and picking up a few of his movies, unsure which once will really pull at Dualscar's interest, so why not grab several! Once that's all done, and he's dressed proper, he's heading on over. Doesn't take him all too long to get there really, he knows his way, not like he's gonna get lost or sidetracked any. So once he's there, he's knocking at the door, and maybe looking a LITTLE nervous. This is, after all, the first time he's actually hung out with Dualscar.]
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Of course, he also knows that he hasn't done much to put Eridan at ease. That was a decision he felt was right at the time, when he felt Eridan was wild and needed to be put on the straight and narrow. But perhaps it was time to move beyond that.
So he's put aside his impressive persona for now. He's dressed in a black shirt with his symbol stitched tastefully on his breast pocket, and his striped pants - no armour or cape. There's tea made and steaming on the table, and a plate of cookies.
He opens the door and smiles at Eridan, inclining his head as he steps back]
Come in.