[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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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.