Like I bothered keepin' tabs on you or that sopor-slurpin' degenerate you call a moirail. I couldn't ewen keep track a half my friends, god dammit.

[he glances back at Karkat then, examining the smeared makeup and red eyes. he can't very well throw Karkat to the wolves without incurring some suspicion himself.

he doesn't really want to do that anyway, but Eridan doesn't acknowledge said hesitance.]

This is a supply closet, find somethin' at least pinkish colored. I don't care if it's fuckin' industrial cleaner, just do it. I'll... [he rubs his eyes.] I'll pick up your tab, make up some bullshit story about you bein' a kid I seen around, turn you out and you newer come back.

[he turns, leaning against the wall.]

I finally see one a you miserable lot again and it almost kills me, fuck.

How're the rest? Is anybody else still aliwe?