"Alright. Good. Dress nicely." He then nudged Sol ever so slightly before getting up. "An I'll only eat a dick if you're lucky that night." He winked too but it didn't really matter since Sol can't see. Oh well. 

lovve is in the air

After forcing himself through yet another boring, pictureless blind movie, Eridan realized he just had one more thing to do. Ask Sol to the dance. He turned to his beautiful, small boyfriend and let out a deep breath. 

"Sol, that movie was fuckin borin, as usual, but anyway, will you go to the V-day dance wid me? I need a date."

lovve is in the air

After forcing himself through yet another boring, pictureless blind movie, Eridan realized he just had one more thing to do. Ask Sol to the dance. He turned to his beautiful, small boyfriend and let out a deep breath. 

"Sol, that movie was fuckin borin, as usual, but anyway, will you go to the V-day dance wid me? I need a date."

He watched Fef as she moved closer and closer to the counter, he broke eye contact as she did and moved about his business ringing in the coffee. At least now he knows what coffee she likes, but so does that blind prick stealing his girl. He doesn't even know how fucking hot he is and is like a third of her size. What the hell does he Sol have that Eridan doesn't? Aside from being smart and rational at time, but that doesn't make him better..

Whatever. Eridan shook it off and rung up the coffees. "How borin' Sol, black coffee is so easy to make that it's almost annoyin'. Anyway, will this be together.... or separate?" He had to ask, because its his job but he also wanted to kind of ask it in a more personal manor as well. Which is probably what he sounded like when he asked it. Oh well.

He got started on the coffees while waiting for the answer, pouring out Sol's coffee first to let it cool some while making Fef's. "And yes, I've been workin' but I don't talk about it much because I'm only here to pay my debt back to my father who cut me off the family money supply." And then Eridan proceeded to mumble about how much of a dick his dad is.

Two's Company, Three's a Crowd

-

Feferi had been smiling from the talking and walking with Sollux. She didn’t remember smiling like that with anyone but Eridan since being in Maine. Speaking of Eridan, there he was, behind the counter, looking at her and Sollux and their linked arms. She felt her cheeks warm up, as if she had been caught doing something bad. But she hadn’t, had she? She didn’t think so. It wasn’t like Eridan and her were exclusive, they weren’t really even a thing. Just friends with sexual tension that went on a date a few days prior. 

Her tongue mindlessly darted over her lips as she stepped towards the counter, walking alongside Sollux. The heiress’s eyes looked across the menu, wondering on what she should get. “I’ll take a, uh… medium tembleque latte. Please,” she offered Eridan a smile. Feferi held eye contact for a millisecond longer than she should have, and turned towards Sollux. “Do you know what you want?”

"Well, that's good, i don't want you dyin' on me or somethin'." Eridan stood up, brushing himself off and smoothing down his shirt. Damn uniforms really cramp his rich boy style. And they aren't designer. What the hell is with that?  "Does that mean you want me to walk you to class or...?"

He checked his watch, the next class has already well started and chemistry is kind of important but not that important. Okay, so maybe it was, but this poor bastard was still in need. He would have ditched a while ago if Sol wasn't blind, that made Eridan more inclined to stay and help out while Sol was hung up on the couch. 

Either way, it wasn't that bad. There was little conversation and more Eridan trying to pass the time quietly while Sol groaned into the couch, but it wasn't awful. And helping people made him feel better. Even if he is pretty shit at it. 

Throbbin' and Poundin' in All the Wrong Places

Even though Sollux was within reach of his water, Eridan helped him out and handed the bottle to him. Poor bastard was laid up on the couch nearing his death it seemed so might as well help him out. If there was one thing about Eridan that didn’t make him as bad as the rest of his family, it was the ability to actually take pity on someone and help them. That really set him apart from the Amporas. Must be something from his mother’s side of the family. 

Eh, wherever it came from, its helping him now and also helping this poor kid who just puked half his body weight. Sollux was skinny as hell, Eridan is surprised he can even handle having this much strain on his body. Being sick sucks a huge portion of energy from you, no matter who you are. This must be TWICE as bad for someone this fucking small. 

Whatever it is he’s suffering from is sure taking a long time to stop. Must be awful, and noting the prescription pills he has, very frequent as well. Right now Eridan can only sit here and feel guilty about complaining about the headache he had, because it was nothing like this. Maybe turning down the lights would help Sollux… Wait. 

Nevermind that thought. 

Yeah, turning off the lights would probably be pretty useless. It wasn’t as if Sollux was bound to notice.

Regardless, even being the tiny, scrawny person that he was, he had gone through this song and dance before. And while it definitely sucked hardcore and he felt vaguely dizzy and like he might pass out of something, he also knew he wasn’t going to die. In the very least, the medication seemed to slowly be starting to work, the throbbing in his skull slowly but surely beginning to ebb off.

After several awkward minutes of Sollux just laying there, his eyes squeezed shut and occasionally choking down a mouthful of bottled water, he slowly began to sit up, sighing loudly and grinding his teeth.

"Alright. I think I’ve been able to safely determine that I’m probably gonna live…"

Eridan looked around the counter in thought, adding a "Hmmm.." To let her know that he was thinking and not ignoring her. "Somethin' sweet? Well, that depends, are you lookin' for iced coffee or hot coffee?" He glanced over the menu above him one more time, running through the possible options. "Personally, I like my coffee dark and of the finest quality, but I don't drink the stuff often." Bitter coffee for a bitter boy, it made sense. "But, one of the sweetest coffees we have on the menu is the vanilla bean frappuccino, which is served iced, and if you want it stronger I can add a shot of espresso."

Marita go to one of the coffee places

Braille? Alright that made sense, she was blind. Probably attends the academy then. He wasn’t really sure if they had a braille menu and didn’t even begin to know where to look for one. And since it was a slow day, there wasn’t any one else here to help. “Uh… Not sure, but I know the menu an’ can help you if needed.” 

He looked up at the menu above, not really needed to because he knew it all. “What are you lookin’ for? Somethin’ sweet? Regular coffee? We got all sorts of choices.”

He started to lead the way to his car while mulling over some placed to eat. He was particularly sure what she liked or what she could eat so maybe he should ask about that? It would really suck to claim it a surprise and then take her to somewhere she didn't like. Oh shit, Eridan. Don't over think this. He could easily psyche himself out thinking about this far too much, so he was just going to ask. Like a normal friend would do when taking a normal, really hot girl on a date. Er, to lunch. Fuck it. Date. Date date date date. It was a date in his mind, not super sure about Fef's.

"Um, I'm not sure. What do you like to eat? Or do you have a place where you really like to go?" Eridan is super sure how to slip in that he's totally paying for this no matter how much Fef insists. There was no way she was going to get out of this with out him making at least one more move on her. She's cute, he's cute. What else do two attractive people do on lunch besides try to hit on each other? Nothing.

Once they got to the car, Eridan unlocked and opened up door to the back seat for her to place down her guitar. There was no reason to take it with them, it would really suck if it got bumped or something.  Or forgotten. But it will be safe in Eridan's god awful purple car. 

"Alright, now let's decide on somethin', because I am starvin'." Eridan shut the door and locked it after the guitar was secure, his attention turning back to Fef.

Feel Free to Tip

- 

Her heart stuttered a bit when Eridan mentioned taking his car. She never had been one for sitting in cars alone with only one other being. She blamed it on too many horror stories. Either way, her not-so-irrational irrational fear had kept Meenah and her sister’s protectiveness somewhat at bay. Not that it would really matter; Feferi’s big sister would always worry over her and make sure that any possible partner would be intimidated. It got a bit tiring, but she was glad her sister cared so much.

Feferi gave it a moment’s thought before nodding, “Yeah, okay, dropping my stuff off would be nice.” She really didn’t want to carry her instrument everywhere. Especially because she might forget it. Who wouldn’t forget something like that on a date with such an attractive guy? Wait a minute, Fef, she thought, it’s just lunch with a school mate. That’s not a date, right? Feferi brushed the thoughts aside. Spending time with Eridan outside of school and the swimming team was great, even if they only talked.

“Lead the way, Mr. Ampora,” she smiled at him. Though Feferi would probably never admit this, she liked the way his name fell from her lips. But, that was a dark secret for her to keep to herself. “Anywave, where do you want to go for lunch?” Feferi didn’t care, seeing she could afford her half of the bill and more in just about every restaurant here.

Did that fucking door just ring again? Really? Right before break? Yeah, of course it did. Eridan groaned from the security of behind the counter, then turned to see what miserable life forms crawled in to order some heavily overpriced coffee.

To his surprise, he was met with Sol and Fef. A pleasant surprise, they shouldn’t be too difficult, and even if, they are it’s more of a pleasurable chore when it’s serving friends. At least he didn’t have to be overly formal or have to alter himself to fit the miserable asshole vibe of the coffee shop. Sol an Fef were cool people that he- Wait Sol and Fef??? WAIT. SOL. AND. FEF?

They weren’t on a date were they? Noooo, how fucking awkward would it be to have the two people Eridan has made a point of flirting with walk in here on a date. And to have Fef be on a date not just a few days after their own? That would be just…. No.

No. She’s just accompanying Sol cause he’s blind. Just like Eridan had. Sol just needed help finding Derse. That’s all. She’s just being nice. Very very nice because she’s a very very nice person. That’s what she’s doing. For sure.

Well. No matter that. Eridan has a job to do. As they approached the counter, he said what he is so used to saying as customers rolled through the doors.

"Welcome to Derse, please make your way to the counter to begin placin’ an order."

He huffed a little, squirming a little and rubbing his totally grevious injury which would no doubt not even have a mark before shifting, sitting up properly. He took a moment, his eyes narrowed as he took a moment, trying to concentrate.

Where was he again? This was not…

"You wouldn’t happened to have a version of your menu in Braille by chance would you?" Marita realized how stupid it was for her to try and order off of a menu she couldn’t see. All she wanted was some kind of caffeine, why was it so hard for her to order it.

Braille? Alright that made sense, she was blind. Probably attends the academy then. He wasn’t really sure if they had a braille menu and didn’t even begin to know where to look for one. And since it was a slow day, there wasn’t any one else here to help. “Uh… Not sure, but I know the menu an’ can help you if needed.” 

He looked up at the menu above, not really needed to because he knew it all. “What are you lookin’ for? Somethin’ sweet? Regular coffee? We got all sorts of choices.”

Marita go to one of the coffee places

He snatched the papers from her and walked off, grumbling something about also helping his dad in his line of business and being perfectly capable of making coffee. He grabbed an empty table, pulled out a pen and got to work on the employee forms. 

God, Meenah was such a bitch. There was nothing more annoying than having an egotistical sociopath as a boss. Oh wait, yes there was, having one as a boss AND the sister of the girl Eridan was trying to get in the pants of- er, date. Either way, Meenah was in the way, and seeing how fucking huge she was, it wasn't going to be easy to move her. Eridan would have to be the best damn worker in this place because there was no way he was going to kiss her ass or be nice to here. That was way out of the question. So, the only thing left to do was impress the shit out of her and help the sales increase ten fold. Being a good looking and charming barista might just do the trick.

It seems though that he was caught daydreaming instead of filling out these papers though. Shit. Eridan shook himself from the daze and began scribbling his personal information down. This was possibly the most boring thing he had done all day and he had to keep adjusting his glasses because they kept slipping while he wrote. He hoped working was better than doing this and was silently thanking whomever that this wasn't a paperwork job. He was not cut out for that shit.

A few agonizing minutes later, he had the forms all filled out and moved back to the counter to grab an apron and turn in his forms. Time to go. He took a deep breath and approached Meenah cautiously. "Alright, so how's this goin' to work? Are you goin' to actually train me oar dump me in the shark tank, so to speak?" Maybe using shitty nautical speak will help him... That's totally not kissing her ass right? 

There were three things that sucked when it came to working at a coffee shop - listening to the stupidity of the world crawl out of the ass crevice of society and order, getting people who actually want one of the ‘house...

He collected his things quickly, scrambling back to Fef as fast as he could. "Oh, by the way, if you don't want to carry that guitar all the way, we could take my car, or at least throw yer things in there so you ain't havin' to carry it." He shifted his weight back and forth between his legs, what was this? Was he... Nervous?

No, there's no way he'd been on plenty of dates before. A whole two. Okay so maybe he was nervous because he'd hadn't been with many others for dates. But that's all cool, there's no reason to be nervous. Fef was cool, and she had asked Eridan so there was no way she didn't want to go on the date.

That thought settled him a little bit, even if there was still a twinge of 'what if this goes terribly wrong?' as well as 'what if she's not even thinkin' about this bein' a date?' 

No reason to scare himself though. Keep cool Eridan, you'll be okay. 

Feel Free to Tip

Well, that caught Eridan off guard, he wasn’t expecting her to ask him. At least that made things a little more easy. Er, easy as in the fact that he wasn’t going to have to ask. That didn’t change that he was sitting on the bench dumbstruck by her question and yet to answer with a short, simple ‘yeah’ or something of the like.

Short and simple wasn’t really Eridan’s style. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind grabbin’ somefin to eat with.” He said in place of the ‘yeah.’ Either way its still a yes, that’s all the matters. He was about to go one a date with the hot Peixes of the family. And that is what really counted in the long run. 

"Oh, but I haveta’ grab some stuff I left over there before we get to leavin’" He pointed to the nearby tree where he was originally sitting and where his book and bag where placed, then proceeded to stand up. 

Now the real question was are they walking, or is Eridan going to ask if they’re taking his car. Either way, it didn’t matter much. Because again. lunch with one of the hottest girls in the academy didn’t come around often. 

Even though Sollux was within reach of his water, Eridan helped him out and handed the bottle to him. Poor bastard was laid up on the couch nearing his death it seemed so might as well help him out. If there was one thing about Eridan that didn't make him as bad as the rest of his family, it was the ability to actually take pity on someone and help them. That really set him apart from the Amporas. Must be something from his mother's side of the family. 

Eh, wherever it came from, its helping him now and also helping this poor kid who just puked half his body weight. Sollux was skinny as hell, Eridan is surprised he can even handle having this much strain on his body. Being sick sucks a huge portion of energy from you, no matter who you are. This must be TWICE as bad for someone this fucking small. 

Whatever it is he's suffering from is sure taking a long time to stop. Must be awful, and noting the prescription pills he has, very frequent as well. Right now Eridan can only sit here and feel guilty about complaining about the headache he had, because it was nothing like this. Maybe turning down the lights would help Sollux... Wait. 

Nevermind that thought. 

Throbbin' and Poundin' in All the Wrong Places

Something smelled fucking awful when he walked back into the room. He noticed the absence of Sollux on the couch and put together that he was probably bent over the toilet right now, wishing he wasn’t. “Sol, you alright in there?” Eridan called from the main room. “I know you’re in there huggin’ porcelain right about now, but I don’t wanna bother you if you ain’t wantin’ a’ be bothered. Plus it smells awful.” 

He peered around the corner into the bathroom and saw Sol lying there in agony. He seemed like he was finished with his little incident and was calming down from his sickness. “Need anythin’? Your water? Maybe some consolation if you’re into that.” Eridan leaned on the door frame to keep Sol in sight, but to also not really be in the way. He knew that getting to close to him would not only smell, but probably be extremely awkward considering they don’t know each other. They barely qualify as liking each other. 

All in all, this whole experience has gone pretty strangely. From shoving a blind kid out of the way to get medicine, to escorting said blind kid to his room and now watching, still the same said blind kid, cling to health while lying on the bathroom floor. He’s probably more charming when he’s not curled up on the cold, tiled floor, but there’s no real evidence of that. 

Might as well give him the benefit of the doubt though. 

Oh, great, he’s back. Which he supposed wasn’t really a bad thing in and of itself, but mostly just because he was busy laying on the floor after just having thrown up and he felt shitty and everything was shitty and gross and he wasn’t necessarily sure if he wanted some guy he barely knew around for that.

 ”Yeah, ‘m okay.” he mumbled, sitting up slightly and reaching over with his foot to flush the toilet because ew yucky get that shit out of there. With an exaggerated sigh, he got to his feet, wandering over to the sink to wash out his mouth before exiting the bathroom, sort of just brushing past Eridan even though everything felt kind of clammy and shaky right now and his head still fucking hurt. Why do meds have to take so long to kick in? He knew it would probably be at least another hour or so before he actually felt better.

 ”Water. Yeah.” he mumbled, sort of just flopping back over onto the couch and curling up. The water is probably, like, right there on the coffee table, but he doesn’t feel like going through the effort of finding it with his hands.

 Also, Eridan, I wouldn’t cling to that hope that he’s some charming and sweet guy when not being steamrolled by a migraine. It will just lead to disappointment. 

Wow this kid was was more adorable when he wasn't being a complete asshole. But the goes for just about anyone, really. Including Eridan himself. Anyway, Tavros was asking a question. No need to be rude and ignore him. 

"I'm here on a magnet for theatrical arts." He said, adjusting his weight slightly to relax some. Tavros was surprisingly easy to talk to even thought they had just met. That was strange to say the least. Normally Eridan wouldn't dare go out of his way to meet someone new. Tavros just had something about him, though Eridan couldn't quite pin it. 

"An' as far as freakin' out over you an' your brother, well, I thought you were your brother since you look so much alike an' all. But I guess I was just taken aback and surprised by how much you two look alike bein' twins an' whatnot. Then you started prankin' me an' makin' things awfully confusin'. Plus bein' a little too dramatic is kinda a theater thing so there's that little bit." He laughed nervously a bit when he finished talking, he was a bit embarrassed about being called out on his dramatic inclinations, but oh well, he could tell Tavros meant no harm.

Seein' Double

Oh that question was going to be difficult. What did he want to talk about? God, if Eridan knew, he didn’t even think this was going to be happening. It was more of an impulsive decision.

He looked down at his feet in thought, pressing a finger onto his own chin. “Hm.. Good question. I’m not even sure I wanted to be talkin’ to you about somethin’ in particular as much as just introducin’ myself or somethin’ like that. Suppose I didn’t think this out very well, it ain’t often I act on impulse so I’m struck a little speechless now.” 

It wasn’t wrong. He didn’t know what he was doing right now. Most of the time he plans ahead or, even when he’s acting he’s got pre-written lines. Whenever he does something on impulse, he act shy and is generally incapable of speaking like he normally is. Probably one of the main reasons he doesn’t make friends very well. Since you have to start conversation on impulse and at unplanned moments. Like this one now. 

Oh well, Tavros hasn’t ran away in fear yet, so he has to be doing something right. That or Tavros is taking pitty on the poor bastard.

Bored out of his fucking mind, Eridan waited behind the bar of the coffee shop for another moron to walk in here and dirty something. At least that would give him something to do, although dealing with mouth breathing incompetents wasn't his idea of fun. Whenever slow days arrive like this he cheers himself up thinking about how Meenah could be making him clean the toilets. And then sitting behind the counter doing nothing seems all the better.

While indulged in his thoughts, he didn't notice that a customer had walked in, the sneaky bastards. So seeing a girl standing in front of him startled him slightly. She didn't seem to notice him jump ever so slightly, but then again, she also was looking slightly left of the menu and contemplating heavily. After a minute, Eridan cleared his throat and spoke to her.

"You need help or somethin'?" He asked her, starting to grab his pen. She at least seemed to respond to that.

Marita go to one of the coffee places

First she would have to decide which one to go to. All she wanted was something caffeinated. Apperently one of the coffee houses kept rescue animals. The idea seemed great, but Marita wasn’t in the mood for dealing with Pyral investigating all the animals. 

That left the Derse Coffeehouse. The blind girl left the school, having called a taxi to bring her to the coffeehouse. She arrived, walking in to the smell of coffee. A moment of realization hit her. 

How the hell is a blind girl going to order off of a menu she can’t see?

Don't tread on me, bro.

What could be worse than having a brother that was the foulest creature to walk, or dance more rather, on the earth? Having said brother go to the same boarding school as you.

Yep, Cronus Ampora, the older of the two Amporas had danced his ass into the same school as Eridan. Eridan really did believe he had much more talent than his brother, but maybe the school took pity on him. What really sucked was that Eridan went to this school to AVOID family, he never got along well with Cronus... Or his sleezebag father for that matter. Both of them were worthless in Eridan's eyes. And now he was going to have his douche bag of a brother breathing down his neck during his stay at the academy. And, given his brother's history, is going to make it rather hard to find a partner... Not that Eridan was overly confident in his own techniques but at least he had a SHOT with someone without his brother trying to steal the spot light. The spot light was Eridan's, on the stage and off, nothing, especially not a greaseball bother was going to cast a shadow on him.   Said brother would sure as hell try though.

Either way, Eridan had to go say hi to his brother,  as requested by his father via text message. Asshole doesn't even call. Sickening. So the younger Ampora was currently en route to his brother's new dorm room to give his warm salutations. Er, cold, monotonous hellos.

With a steady hand, he knocked firmly on the door of his brother's room and waited rather impatiently for the door to open. The glimpse of his greasy, quite literally, brother threatened to send bile spewing all over the asshole, but Eridan just swallowed his nausea and bit back a grouchy remark. He spoke flatly and without interest to strike up their conversation.

"Hello Cronus."

Something smelled fucking awful when he walked back into the room. He noticed the absence of Sollux on the couch and put together that he was probably bent over the toilet right now, wishing he wasn't. "Sol, you alright in there?" Eridan called from the main room. "I know you're in there huggin' porcelain right about now, but I don't wanna bother you if you ain't wantin' a' be bothered. Plus it smells awful." 

He peered around the corner into the bathroom and saw Sol lying there in agony. He seemed like he was finished with his little incident and was calming down from his sickness. "Need anythin'? Your water? Maybe some consolation if you're into that." Eridan leaned on the door frame to keep Sol in sight, but to also not really be in the way. He knew that getting to close to him would not only smell, but probably be extremely awkward considering they don't know each other. They barely qualify as liking each other. 

All in all, this whole experience has gone pretty strangely. From shoving a blind kid out of the way to get medicine, to escorting said blind kid to his room and now watching, still the same said blind kid, cling to health while lying on the bathroom floor. He's probably more charming when he's not curled up on the cold, tiled floor, but there's no real evidence of that. 

Might as well give him the benefit of the doubt though. 

Throbbin' and Poundin' in All the Wrong Places

When Eridan returned, Sollux was not, in fact, in the couch where he had been left. No, he had instead evacuated to the little bathroom off to the side because the meds he had taken earlier were apparently not working fast enough for the rest of him and fuck his life, there goes his lunch.

 Luckily for Eridan, he’s too late to witness the actual show— just the aftermath, Sollux sort of just leaning back against the wall and trying to get his breath back and get the horrible taste out of his mouth because ugh, ew, gross. Everything is awful. Just kill him, seriously, he hates everything. 

"Well I don't think you really need me over here babyin' you right now, so I'm going to go into my room for a moment and grab somethin' to entertain me while I wait for your sorry ass." Eridan stood up from the chair while speaking and began walking towards the door. "I'll be right back. Don't die while I'm gone."

He walked out and headed into his room, but before he actually walked in, he had to mentally prep himself for what was behind the door. His room mate had to be the absolute worst thing to ever been spawned onto this earth. Eridan hadn't even talked to him due to what he looked like and acted like. There really wasn't a heavy desire to talk to him. 

He cracked the door some, before fully opening it. There they were, the fucking puppets. Fucking everywhere. Eridan quickly ran and got his laptop and a book, stopping to also grab a bottle of water from the tiny fridge him and  his room mate shared. 

Once that was done, he then headed back into Sollux's room. 

Throbbin' and Poundin' in All the Wrong Places

"An’ just leave you here to die on the couch? Yeah, I ain’t thinkin’ that’s the best course of action here. Plus gym ain’t even a REAL class, so there isn’t really a point to be goin’ and runnin’ my little pompous ass around the dirty gym." Eridan made a small face of disgust thinking about how terrible gym was. "Anyway. You don’t even look like you’re gonna make it through the next few minutes. So if I ain’t here to carry your damn body, you’ll just lay on the couch and begin decomposin’. An’ what a damn mess that would be." 

Eridan leaned forward and rested his head on his hands, putting his elbows on his knees. This chair just wasn’t near comfortable. “However if you think I’m bein’ creepy sittin’ here watchin’ you, I can go lay down in my own room and then escort you back when you feelin’ better.” He looked around the room a little, to see what else is in here. There was some strange stuff in here. A lot of electronics. That’s better than creepy ass puppets though. 

He smiled the tiniest bit at that, giving a tiny little shrug. “True enough.” he agreed. Who ever liked gym? It was a disgusting and useless class and he wasn’t sure why they even had it, or why the school forced children to degrade themselves in such inhumane ways during the course.

 Absolutely shameless.

 ”I’ll be fine. Probably maybe.” he mumbled, rolling over slightly burying his face in the pillows once more, wincing a little as a particularly awful throb laced its way through his skull. Oh god, why did he have to endure these? Why did anyone have to endure these? What sort of sick and twisted deity allowed something like this to descend upon the human race? 

 ”You can stay, I don’t care.” he muttered. “Do whatever. Just don’t, like, run around and make a shitload of noise or whatever. Or fuck with my things.” he added, and, almost as an afterthought. “Or move anything for me to trip over and kill myself on later.” 

Oh that question was going to be difficult. What did he want to talk about? God, if Eridan knew, he didn't even think this was going to be happening. It was more of an impulsive decision.

He looked down at his feet in thought, pressing a finger onto his own chin. "Hm.. Good question. I'm not even sure I wanted to be talkin' to you about somethin' in particular as much as just introducin' myself or somethin' like that. Suppose I didn't think this out very well, it ain't often I act on impulse so I'm struck a little speechless now." 

It wasn't wrong. He didn't know what he was doing right now. Most of the time he plans ahead or, even when he's acting he's got pre-written lines. Whenever he does something on impulse, he act shy and is generally incapable of speaking like he normally is. Probably one of the main reasons he doesn't make friends very well. Since you have to start conversation on impulse and at unplanned moments. Like this one now. 

Oh well, Tavros hasn't ran away in fear yet, so he has to be doing something right. That or Tavros is taking pitty on the poor bastard.

Seein' Double

He snorted a small laugh. “Yeah, no, I ain’t mad or anythin’, I just thought you looked interestin’ an’ I just wanna… I guess I just wanted to talk to you an’ I didn’t know if I was gonna be able to if I lost ya here.” Rubbing his hands together and stuffing them into his pocket, Eridan let out a small huff. “Sorry if that sounded fuckin’ creepy or somethin’” 

He sorta felt like he had just made the situation awkward, but it was the truth. Tavros had caught his eye when the mistake had first happened, and after that he was intent on knowing what his name was. Because not-Rufioh was not really a catchy name. Nor was it his 

Plus something about the way he continued to mess with Eridan instead of getting upset showed that he was a pretty chill guy. Someone who might make a good friend down the road away.