Eridan was sitting on the floor or his hive, nibbling down his lips as his gaze was glued on his indigo socks, reminding him of his matesprit in the slightest bit. he ran a hand up his side slowly then touched his own kissed lips, just to remember his matesprit's touch before snapping out of it quickly. No. No, Eri, no need for the touching.
"Jegus, wwhat's wwrong wwith me.. I need to see other trolls."
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♒ Eridan's wwhatevver book ♒
Randomalright. this shit is good for my fuckin ego I guess, I may be depress wwhen I put somethin up in here, or just wwant to let out somethin, maybe randomness or maybe just wwant to share thins wwith all a you, sounds good? good. I'm feelin coddamn pl...
