/You’re actually not as hungry as you would have thought. Your rummaging through his fridge but nothing here interests you. Not really. Your mind is too busy with itself. What if he wakes up like that? There was something in his face that night. It was depressing, it was terror and it was down right something that made you worry.
Even though you know you shouldn’t. He’s not a wriggler, after all, and assuming that he’d need some sort of help is kind of insulting to him. You’re not sure. You’re just left chewing on a piece of meat and settling on the floor because Emilie had made herself comfortable on the couch.
You’re not tired either. Your tail had turned back to normal while you were in the kitchen so you know that you’d have to leave eventually. The fact that you were really only here because he gave you food and pets doesn’t sit well with you. Because you know it’s more than that. You’re his friend, and he’s your’s, right?
Haha, friends with a Highblood of all things.
The very notion of such a friendship would have disgusted you, but he’s different. You like him./
….
/Crap. CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP CRAP CRAP, NO. Right, you have to be quiet because you don’t want to wake the little feral or cause a scene. No, this isn’t right at all. You know you weren’t exactly exaggerating when you said you were flushed for the world, but this? Him? Him?
You’re going to chalk it up to your break up. That you needed someone to hold onto or something but even just the thought of that isn’t sitting right with you either. You know better. He still loved his old matesprit and you still love your’s./
Fuck.
/Time to shove all the pillows and blankets you had horded the day before into a pile, taking a moment to toss a blanket over Emilie too.
You’re not going to sleep, you’re unsure if you could. You’re kinda too distressed to settle down. And sleeping kinda alone while here is just odd. You’re just going to opt to holding onto a pillow and try to think about other things./
…
/Yeaaaaaaaaaaah…/
The Crystal Method feat. Meiko | Falling Hard
/How kawaii……../
Sorry, didn’t mean ta make ya feel like it.
/EVEN MORE FROWNY FACE. Leaaaaaaaan in. Smooch his ear./
Ok. I’ll grab a snack or somethin’ an’ head ta the couch in case ya need anythin’.
/Put the towels aside, turn to go./
> THE MOST KAWAII
> You fall back to give your bathroom another once-over, making sure the wet spots were all gone and there wouldn’t be a chance of mildew. Afterwards you pick up the towels and go to put them away in the laundry room.
> You’re folding them, minding yourself, when you let your mind wander…
> Why are you even being so nice to Eridan in the first place? It was uncharacteristic of you. That thought just didn’t settle well with you, and you have to pause in folding the towels to fully grasp the concept.
Fuck.
> You lean over the countertop, half-laughing, half-shaking with the realization. This was just pathetic. And not haha pathetic, actually depressing and, well, pathetic.
Holy shit.
> It was just a rebound, you think. There’s no possible way you harbor actual feelings for him, right? No fucking way you could be flushed red for this fucker. It’s just a rebound from breaking off your relationship with Advoca, and he’s only returning the gestures because you feed him and give him occasional skritches behind the ear.
> Stop being so stupid.
> You quickly finish folding the towels, set them on the counter, and retire to your respiteblock. You don’t immediately try sleeping, as there’s too much on your mind. Instead you busy yourself with reports that you’ve fallen behind on.
> Funny, you can’t keep your mind on your work.
(Source: voodooleviathan)
Nicki Minaj - HOV Lane
Turns out there are better songs in Roman Reloaded than Starships after all. That song reminds me lot of Paris Hilton’s Stars Are Blind, and I don’t know why.
((What if instead of replying to Jash
where I made a touchy feely post
I just blogged
Minaj„„))
David Guetta feat. Nicki Minaj - Turn Me On
Never said ya were a wriggler.
/Frowny face, step away from him then./
> Nnnnnnnnnjustabigtsundere.
Makin’ me feel like one. Like I said, I’ll get over it.
Go get your sleep or explore or whatever.
(Source: voodooleviathan)
/Stand and keep yourself close to him, bumping him gently in the shoulder with your arm. He looks damn tired as shit. Poor thing./
A course I’m ok with it. I wouldn’t want ya ta have another one a those screamin’ fits either. That was down right terrifyin’, it was. Can ya get there ok? Ta the… Sopor thing?
> ???? Why is he trying to comfort you like that?
I’m not a wriggler, you don’t need to be looking out for me.
(Source: voodooleviathan)
Oh, you athhhole.
>Slowly goes it, man, just sound it out like you’re not in a hurry.
Theven, thhiilver thwanth, thwam… thhhhiilently, theaward.
ththththhhhthhthththtthhhhhhhttttttt.
You know you don’t have to fucking comply if you don’t want to.
(Source: voodooleviathan)
