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"Yeah, I do, I'm glad you asked." He moved to be in a proper position, his back straightened, though his feet were still on his lap. "Can't be bald, if they have beard, trim it because it fucking itches, and it would be nice if sushi was involved in some way. I know, my standards are high, little have managed to meet them." He tries not to grin.

2015-08-01 06:26:30

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Eridan made a show of patting his hair, then his chin and nodding. "Okay so already I've met two of the criteria. I have the money for the third criteria, so I think I have a lasting chance." He nudged him again, teasing. "Your standards are nearly impossible to meet. Good thing I'm amazing at meeting people's expectations." Generally not in a good way, but expectations are expectations.

2015-08-01 06:30:10

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He doesn't fail to laugh harder than he probably should as he pats his hair, and then his face, grinning happily, and nodding. "Well shit, I guess you're a keeper then. But, we must wait until the third date to see." He tried to sound formal, but couldn't stop grinning, still laughing a little.

2015-08-01 06:31:55

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"Wait until the third date. Alright, I can do that." He elbowed him in the ribs, laughing. He laughed even harder at his attempt to sound formal, shaking his head at him. "You sound stupid, do stop."

2015-08-01 06:35:58

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He whined, but nudged him so that he'd nearly fall off his chair, laughing harder once more. "You sound stupider, shut up"

2015-08-01 06:36:45

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He mock-gasped, staring at him with wide eyes. "How dare y' insult the tongue a the seas." He heavily laid on the accent, trying not to smirk as he stood up to point a finger at Dave and shaking it threateningly. "Ahm not the one who sounds liek a diction'ry took a dive of'a the crackjob end'a th' gene pool!"

2015-08-01 06:39:45

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Dave couldn't stop himself from continuing to laugh if he tried, tears already in his eyes that he had to wipe from laughing too hard. "Oh shit, Eridan, fucking stop, oh my god. You sound more like a nerd than usual, which is pretty fucking impressive."

2015-08-01 06:41:40

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"Ahm gon' gut you! How dare y' speak a me wi' tha' tongue!" He was laughing now too, ruining it all as he fell to sit next to him. He ended up slumped against Dave, arms around his own stomach as he laughed hard. "Ow my stomach. Stop making me laugh. S'all your fault."

2015-08-01 06:45:12

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He sighs in content, trying to calm himself, and nudging him a little. "It isn't my fault you decided to pull that on me, nuh-huh." Dave grins still. "It's your fault that my cheeks hurt, if anything."

2015-08-01 06:47:20

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"It's all your fault. I'm gonna blame you forever." He grinned, sitting up properly now and moving to sit by the wheel again. He put his feet in Dave's lap this time, stretching out comfortably. The island was but a shadow in the distance now, and they could only just see the mainland from their position.

2015-08-01 06:50:40

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He rested his hands on hie ankles now, distracting himself by tracing patterns on them with the pads of his fingers. "That's convenient, because I'm gonna blame you forever as well. See you in court I guess." He grins, shaking his head, and massaging his cheeks with one hand. "I wasn't kidding yo, it hurts."

2015-08-01 06:52:10

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"I call dips on Pyrope as my lawyer. You're dead in court Strider." He grinned, relaxing. He let him draw designs on his ankles, just watching his fingers move.

"You need to smile more. Or just learn to not smile with your whole face or something, I dunno. If it makes you feel any better though my cheeks hurt as well."

2015-08-01 06:56:37

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"Well, shit, am I allowed to call Daredevil? Maybe Phoenix Wright? That guy's cool. Yeah, I'll take either." He shook his head with a softer smile, having forced himself to relax for the greater good. The greater good being his cheeks not being a pain in the butt.

"Doesn't make me feel better, but it sure says something."

2015-08-01 06:59:06

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"Call whoever you want. I'll be the one winning in court." He nudged him gently with his foot, relaxing and letting him continue to draw little shapes. He wanted to massage his own cheeks to try and stop them from aching, but he was feeling comfortably lazy right now and didn't want to move much.

"Does it? About what?"

2015-08-01 07:06:48

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Dave traced shapes and patterns there, eventually tracing a small heart absentmindedly as he looked up, only one, then he went back to squares and zigzags. "That you're a horrible person that clearly enjoys putting me through pain, that is usually associated with forms of laughter." He smirks

2015-08-01 07:08:19

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He felt the heart, but tried to convince himself that it was just a wonky circle or triangle or something. He wouldn't draw a heart. No one would draw a heart on him. "S'your own fault. You were the one laughing at me."

2015-08-01 07:12:44

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Another one showed up, made by his other hand, that pattern appearing to be dancing on his fingers from time to time. He shook his head with a smirk. "It's not very charming to put the blame on others for your fuck ups." He teases

2015-08-01 07:14:10

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"It wasn't a fuck up." He frowned a bit, merely a small crease between his brows as he felt the next one. Probably another fluke. He relaxed his expression, just letting him draw. At the next heart he concluded that no one draws that many wonky triangles and then wondered whether it really was a heart. That made his fins wiggle a little, more little twitches then wiggles really.

2015-08-01 07:16:10

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"Of course not, how silly, you have always intended to torture me with laughter. I see you Ampora, and you're evil." He sickers softly.

It's a while before the third one appears, but it certainly does, a little bigger than the other two. He traced over the shape twice, before continuing to draw an oval.

2015-08-01 07:17:50

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"Of course I'm evil. Haven't you been listening to what everyone's been saying." He grinned a bit, closing his eyes.

He wanted to ask if he was drawing hearts, but then he might stop and he rather liked the thought of him actually doing it purposefully. He kept his mouth shut for now, just relaxing and listening to the sounds of the boar and the water.

2015-08-01 07:21:58

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Dave was obviously not aware of his own doings, so if he asked he'd be confused, and probably very aware of his own motions.

"Not really, you've been too busy jumping off waterfalls with me and being bitten by sharks."

Woop there it is. Another one, a few minutes after those two.

2015-08-01 07:24:09

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He opened his eyes again to look at Dave, trying to keep his expression relaxed so it wouldn't look like he was studying him or staring at him too intently.

"Always the better alternative to having practical strangers tell you stuff."

He waited a bit, until he felt the next heart before quietly speaking up. "Do you always doodle random shapes onto surfaces? Or do you just really like my ankles? I'm not complaining, it's weirdly soothing but now I'm curious as to whether I have to complete with some inanimate object?"

2015-08-01 07:27:43

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"Of course it is." He shrugs, raising his brow a bit when he opened his eyes.

"Just distracting myself." He shrugs. By the way he clearly doesn't care about whatever he'll say next, Eridan can tell he's not aware he's doing it. "Sometimes I do it on paper, with a pencil. It's called doodling where I come from." And there's the sass.

2015-08-01 07:31:32

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Eridan decided not to mention the fact that he wasn't just doodling any old random shape. Just incase Dave got weirdly embarrassed and never did it again. And he was truthful, it was weirdly soothing. Practically calming. "I know what it's called. I'm just wondering."

2015-08-01 07:34:33

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"Why? Want me to stop, or? Cus you're being weird about it. I mean, you asked about me doodling on your ankles without a painting tool, that's weird"

2015-08-01 07:35:32