Eridan.. can you even call him Eridan anymore? he was staring at his hands with his violet bleeding eyes. He hanged his head then made a whimpering noises under the mask that was sewn to his face, similar to his father, seahorse dad; his violet tail curled on as he was sitting on the ground; his twisted whimpering echoing throughout his empty, pitch black room since the lights were off.
He wasn't expecting (C/N) visit though, so he acted like a complete hostage.
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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...
