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d IDK KICK ME IN THE ASS IF THIS ISN'T ACES

[amoray]

Eridan's — Roman's — daily life is such a blur of mundaniety these days that he barely notices the short figure weaving in and out of his presence. It's never often enough to worry, never seldom enough to raise alarm, and so he doesn't. His schedule is, for the most part, extremely boring, and both his trip home and his shitty apartment are exceedingly easy to root out.

It isn't exactly like he's hiding. He never dyes the colored streak out of his hair.

So one night — he still doesn't sleep normally, but he's learning to — he's just barely drowsing when he hears the living room window. There's a gun under his pillow (a magnum; if he's reduced to relying on run of the mill firearms, he's at least going to pack some real heat) and he grabs it, slinking out of bed and heading for the door.

Assassin? Likely. Agent of the government sent to incapacitate him? His ego says that's even more likely. His hand stills on the knob, as he listens.

ALWAYS ACES

[crab]

Karkat straightens up in the gloom, turning slowly on the spot, taking in his surroundings. He hadn't expected Eridan's apartment to be such a shithole, honestly. Not extravagant, froofy, flashy Eridan Ampora. Or "Roman", as people appeared to call him nowadays. He guesses that he is probably pretty miserable, if he's living somewhere so common as this.

He shifts uneasily, though, once he's done looking around. He's come to realize that people generally don't appreciate their place of residence being broken into in the middle of the night, most of them -- quite understandably -- react with defensive violence. He swallows, remembering the knife Ruka had nearly slit his throat with. He wonders if Eridan is awake?

He should draw attention to himself, but in a way that dispels any mistakes made regarding his identity. He's been thought of as a government agent or simple burglar far too many times now. Something that would at least, hopefully, prevent a violent altercation with a paranoid former friend.

"Caligulas Aquarium?" Karkat calls through the darkness in low but carrying tones.

[amoray]

A breath. He hesitates for a moment, almost afraid of what he'll find on the other side of that door, but — but he never told any of them his handle, he doesn't think. Hasn't even thought about it in years.

"Fuck, Karkat."

Open comes the door, Eridan standing there in his briefs — no longer those embarrassingly indulgent royal purple ones with the little seahorses wearing crowns on them, he's entirely too reliant on a shitty government stipend to spring for that kind of luxury. The magnum in his right hand catches slivers of moonlight through the blinds.

"You know how close you got to havin' your miserable head blown off your shoulders, Carcino Geneticist?"

[crab]

It's possibly for the best that Eridan isn't wearing seahorse briefs: otherwise Karkat might have ruptured his spleen laughing too hard. As it is, he folds his arms and tries to keep his gaze from lingering on the magnum.

"Do you have any better ideas of how I'm supposed to get in touch with people without leaving a paper trail detailing my movements and connections, because I'd be happy to hear it," he hisses, irritated. "Could you morons, I dunno, try shooting to incapacitate before you go straight for the fucking kill? Is that too much to ask?"

Goddamn friends shooting and stabbing him.