She could be doing altogether worse, he imagines. He certainly is. He's not really hiding either, for altogether separate reasons; still broad and blond, brilliant streak of purple untouched, though he's more... subdued, almost. Ruka was never exactly quiet in style, what with the eyepatch and the sometimes teal hair and all, but now it's like she's sucked all the color out of him and taken it for her own.
Eridan dresses in black, accented lightly with purple. He drinks at some quiet little corner of the bar — vodka, tonight, because he's in one of his moods. And he doesn't say anything when she walks in.
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She could be doing altogether worse, he imagines. He certainly is. He's not really hiding either, for altogether separate reasons; still broad and blond, brilliant streak of purple untouched, though he's more... subdued, almost. Ruka was never exactly quiet in style, what with the eyepatch and the sometimes teal hair and all, but now it's like she's sucked all the color out of him and taken it for her own.
Eridan dresses in black, accented lightly with purple. He drinks at some quiet little corner of the bar — vodka, tonight, because he's in one of his moods. And he doesn't say anything when she walks in.
He just stares.