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The violet-blood leaned onto the table; a hand supporting his weight as he applied perfume on his neck. When he placed it down he began to hum a nameless tune, probably one of Marina's music, he was examining himself in the vanity mirror.

Eridan smiled, satisfied with what he saw and straightened his posture, smoothening out his baby-pink skirt, thay was cut to on the side to expose his tigh and leg; you can even see his white laced panties, not until he fixed it of course. As he turned around to leave, he jumped, suprised to see (C/N) here and involuntary stuttering at the beginning of his sentence.

"y-you should havve knocked! don't you knoww any matters!"

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A: ah~ eri~

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