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"Takin' a nap instead of workin', good job Dave." He teased, sticking his tongue out briefly before he checked his phone again. "Sent an email off to my teacher. I haven't checked my mail recently an' I have an email from someone I was quite happy to never speak to again. I'm contemplatin' actually readin' it or just deletin' it."

2015-06-22 21:40:14

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"For your information, my shifts are in the morning. I just help out in the afternoon when I have nothing else to do and don't feel like having a strife." He rolled his eyes, smiling wider.

"Well, you might as well check it out before the curiosity eats away at you. It can be something important, the hell do I know"

2015-06-22 21:42:49

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"Fair enough." Eridan shook his head slightly, grinning.

"If anythin' it's goin' to be a rant about how much of a shit I am an' why exactly are people askin' for me again- oh. This is about you askin' Ara 'bout me. How the fuck did she find out about that?" Eridan sat forward in his chair, fins pinned back against his head as he read pver the email. He scowled, turning his phone off and dropping it back onto the table. "Bitch."

2015-06-22 22:21:32

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He hesitated for a moment, considering that whatever his former friends or people he was in bad terms with told him was absolutely none of his business, but he might as well ask. "Can I ask what happened there or is it too personal?" He says, pushing the tea pot towards him a little, as maybe the tea would calm him down.

2015-06-22 22:24:19

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Eridan poured himself another cup of tea, scowling angrily. "It's none'a your business." He snapped, fins pinned back as he glared at the table. He shut his eyes, taking in a deep breath and relaxing. "Sorry. It was my fault mainly, but she was just as much of a shitty moirail."

2015-06-22 23:53:11

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He blinked a little, raising his hands as if he was surrendering. "Alright, chill out, I won't ask again." He assures him, before placing his hands back around his cup. "Let's change the subject then, no use in getting angrier." He would however ask Aradia about why she was telling this things to people he didn't know, because it seemed important. Or maybe he shouldn't because Eridan would eventually find out that he had been sticking his nose in other people's business. Yeah. Better not do that and just remain in the dark. "Want me to turn on the radio and see what's on? That might help a little."

2015-06-22 23:59:28

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"No. The music on the radio is shit." He sipped at his tea, fins relaxing as he looked down at his mug. He shrugged a bit, calming himself down. "Apologies for flarin' up. This shit pisses me off. She thinks she can drop me at a hat an' then call for me when she needs me? No fuck off. It was my fault for why we stopped goin' pale, yeah but she was a horrid bitch about it all."

2015-06-23 01:07:31

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"No need to apologize, it's fine." He offered him a small smile. "And while it's still none of my business, if she did that, the best thing to do is just to ignore her. You don't need that shit when you're already sick, just forget she even messaged you." He also wasn't very used to the whole moirail thing, but that was another topic, because despite the vast majority of clients at 'the handmaiden' being trolls, the only one he really kept in contact with was Aradia, and she was more often than not talking about hats and dead things rather than quadrants. "Do you want another tart to go with it? Or maybe something else, because these are small."

2015-06-23 01:13:57

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"She's still a bitch. I'm gonna have to get in touch with Ara again, tell her to stop relayin' everythin' that happens that involves me to bitchtits." He scowled again, fins flicking in an annoyed fashion.

He sighed, taking a sip of tea and shaking his head. "No I'm fine thanks. Not hungry much."

2015-06-23 04:26:32

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He nods, finishing his own tart, and blowing softly on his coffee. "Well she must have really been an ass to get on your bad side." He commented, wondering briefly what she did to be labeled that big of a bitch by him. "What did she even want?"

2015-06-23 04:32:53

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"My head on a stake?" Eridan's tone was dry and his expression sullen. "Me to stop bein' such a pretentious whiny child who's desperate for attention? My sudden an' iminent demise?" He sipped at his tea, voice still the same dry dea tone. "My removal from this planet to another? I don't know Dave." He rubbed a hand over his face. "I've done what she asked, left everyone from my old group alone unless they speak to me first, an' didn't cause any more fuss."

2015-06-23 05:51:37

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He furrows his brow as he speaks, not knowing if he should blame those stupid demands on her probably childish nature, but he did anyway. "Sounds like she's just causing you trouble, dude. And it also sounds like the pretentious whiny child desperate for attention here is her, but what do I know."

2015-06-23 13:21:13

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Eridan shrugged, "practically all highbloods are whiny an' pretentions. Whiny an' pretentious or high of their asses." He scowled and sniffed, fins flicking. He sipped at his tea, trying to warm up his fingers that had yet again gone cold. "... Can you talk about somethin' random for a bit please."

2015-06-23 21:00:26

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"Uh, oh right, so, I kinda made a thing, hold on." He gets up, quickly walking to the back room. After looking through his backpack for a second, he comes back, with a smug smile on his face, and puts a knot on the table. A chinese knot, to be specific. It wasn't too hard, but he looked awfully proud. "I know I'm amazing, no need to say it. I bought the chord on the way to work."

2015-06-23 21:34:30

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Eridan leaned forward again, new interest on his face as he picked the knot up and turned it over in his hands. He tugged gently here and there, an unreadable look on his face. "Impressive. But can you do it again?" He looked up at Dave, fingers poised to undo the knot in a second.

He reached into his bag with one hand, pulling out a length of neatly coild rope. He handed Dave back his knot and smiled slightly, recreating it in seconds. "Know any knots that you can do blindfolded yet?"

2015-06-23 21:55:14

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He looked a bit alarmed for a second, but ended up nodding. "Yeah. I still remember how to do it." He sat back down, holding his knot as he watched Eridan make it, clearly in awe. "I have no idea, probably the half hitch, it's simple enough. Can you?"

2015-06-23 21:56:10

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"There's a few I can do blindfolded, some I can do while distracted, an' a few that I don't even have to think an' it's done. Knots are really eay once you know how to do them." Eridan undid the knot with ease, and the next minute he was holding a miniaturized monkey's fist, with three loops instead of four, making the volleyball-looking knot smaller. "See?" He didn't take his eyes off Dave the entire time he made the knot.

2015-06-23 21:59:45

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He slowly started to grin, looking back and forth between his hands and Eridan's eyes, trusting that he wasn't looking down, but he couldn't help himself. For how long had he been practicing those? "You must really like to hit things with knots to know how to do it so well." He smirked, undoing his own knot, only to start doing it again a second later

2015-06-23 22:02:23

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"It makes for amusin' entertainment." He agreed, finally looking down at the completed knot and turning it over. He was always bettering himself with his knots, trying to make them perfect. He undid the knot, looking over the rope and making an alpine butterfly in seconds. "I always had time to waste, so I taught myself knots an' languages just for somethin' to do."

2015-06-23 22:06:09

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"You learned 9 languages for shits and giggles." He mutters to himself, shaking his head, clearly concentrated on his own knot, trying to recall what came after what. "I learned how to mess with my turntables. Does that sound impressive enough, prince mermaid? Wait, no no, mermaid in a bottle. Perfect." He laughed a little, going half way through his knot. It soon was done though, just as well done as before, as the memory of it was still fresh.

2015-06-23 22:09:18

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"It's rude to mutter in front of people Dave." Eridan was back to wearing a shit-eating grin, glancing up at Dave as he undid the knot and redid it. "I haven't a clue about turntables but it sounds impressive enough." He picked up Dave's knot and looked it over. "How many knots did you learn last night?"

2015-06-23 22:39:52

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"Let's say it is impressive, because not everybody can make sick jams. I've played in clubs a couple of times." He smirked right back at him. "Just three, learned that one this morning while I was waiting for someone to come in. Meaning you because apparently you're an early riser slash not sleeper." He took a large gulp from his coffee, that was starting to get just mildly warm, finishing it.

2015-06-23 22:43:00

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Brow raised slightly, he leant back in his seat. "Oh really. Do you mix your own? Can I listen?" He was curious about rhe music now, wondering if it would be any good.

"Y'know what the say Dave, early bird gets the worm... Or somethin' like that." He shrugged and grinned. "If you learn a knot a night I reckon you'll know all the ones you need to by the time you can sail by yourself." He'd finished his tea agin, glaning at his cup briefly.

2015-06-23 23:36:52

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"Yes I do, but I do more than mix. It just happens that most places aren't interested in original tracks, but I could show you, I think I have a cd with the ones I usually play laying around in the apartment." He laughs softly, smiling as he stuffs his hands inside his hoodie's front pocket so that they'd stay warm. "I think you mean 'gets the worm'. And it will probably take me longer than that, because I'm pretty sure that if I don't practice some regularly, I'll forget them pretty quickly."

2015-06-23 23:41:42

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"I'd like to listen to some sometime. Hell knows the world needs better music." He smiled slightly, rubbing his hands together quickly to warm them up. "I know what I meant, shut up. It's all about muscle memory Dave. If you do somethin' enough times it's forever remembered in your hands." He nodded as if it were perfectly logical, shifting slightly in his seat before leaning back.

2015-06-24 00:11:24