♒ Eridan's wwhatevver book ♒

Fail

The prince sat outside, watching how Latula was skateboarding and making this lands and jumps.

"You know, it isn't logical to skateboard without a shirt on, you're gonna bruise yourself." He finally spoke up, his cheek resting on his own palm. He was in the sassiest of moods. 

Latula stopped in mid-movement, lowering his skateboard and wiping his forehead with his forearm, yeah, he wasn't wearing a shirt but he had a good excuse, it was hot outside, and he just didn't need heat at the moment.

"Babe, please, it's hot. I need the littlest of air on my body, plus, i'm just skateboarding, I need the practice." The skater spoke, fixing his teal and red gloves before taking his libra skateboard again. 

"Whatever you say, skaterboy." Eridan waved him off, this fucker was wearing a jacket, he didn't felt heat, he was a seadweller, he was always cold. 

"Oh, hello mates!" Jake greeted, sitting beside Eridan afterwards, he was only wearing a white t-shirt. Great, another one joined them. 

Eridan looked over to the page and simply waved. "hey, English." He greeted then hugged his knees, proceeding to watch Latula.

"he's so going to fail that jump-"

"OW!"

"told ya, eridan."

"Ha."

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A: this losers.