Eridan rubbed his head while groaning, what might had happened that he didn't remember that much. He looked at his hands then rolled to the mirror to look at himself. well, he seemed normal except he had violet blood all over his sweater. From Panic, the prince tried to pounder what happened and right when he took a step forward, he fell on his face. "aghh... wwhy does my ass an nook hurt so much..." he muffled, then rolled over to his stomach, upon looking down he saw his pants stained with a lot of different genetic material, that grew him worried even more, although he sat up slowly and looked at his own hands. "..wwho evven am i.." he murmured.
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A: ahh. drugged eri.
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