[to his credit, Eridan almost manages to control his expression as she sits down. mostly by focusing on how irritated he is at that good liquor going to waste. his mouth twitches at the hand on his horn.
and then she speaks, and he burns purple. he swallows, unintentionally, and doesn't meet her eyes.]
You're really projectin' here, Rose.
[his hands set, lightly, on her knees. his nails press until he knows there's blood.]
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and then she speaks, and he burns purple. he swallows, unintentionally, and doesn't meet her eyes.]
You're really projectin' here, Rose.
[his hands set, lightly, on her knees. his nails press until he knows there's blood.]
It's kinda sad.