'ah.. It's great to spend time on my own..'
The prince was casually laying on the bed on his side and curling with a lock of his hair, he was rather stressed out today, because he found out about guys fighting over him. Okay, yeah, that made him feel fucking great but arguing stresses him and being treated like an trophy pisses him off yet he can't help but get a little smug from that.
Soon, he'll eat their hearts like cereals; metaphorically speaking, of course.
Eridan rolled to his back and just crossed a leg over the other when he had brought his knees up, casually whistling a tune while just laying there.
'okay, what do i have that makes others fall like dominos over me or just plain like me? is it my hair? my personality, looks? status? dear fucking god help me understand how i'm not a piece of shit.'
His thoughts ran wild as he messed his hair, simultaneously wondering who's probably going to barge in his room like they own it because mostly that's what trolls and humans do around here.
--
A: me too eridan, me too.
YOU ARE READING
♒ 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...
