[Greetings! Have Eridan's face on your screen Lloyd, how his eyes are half lidded in annoyance, eye brows lowered, near furrowing, lips pursed as if trying to hold back some great verbal ass kicking or something. His fins curled with agitation. He looks about ready to skin someone alive. Probably Lloyd.]
[It takes him a second, just sitting there, staring. Despite the hate and anger exuding from his form, he's keeping calm for the most part. But he looks like a volcano ready to erupt at the smallest spark.]
[Slowly he opens his mouth, closes it, thinks, opens it again--lip drawing back against his sharp teeth in a rage filled snarl.]
So.
You hawe a thing for Kan, do ya?
[There is nothing but venom in his words, venom and a slight protective, possessiveness that really gets drowned out by the ill intent that floods the sounds. He is not happy Lloyd. Not. One. Bit.]
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[It takes him a second, just sitting there, staring. Despite the hate and anger exuding from his form, he's keeping calm for the most part. But he looks like a volcano ready to erupt at the smallest spark.]
[Slowly he opens his mouth, closes it, thinks, opens it again--lip drawing back against his sharp teeth in a rage filled snarl.]
So.
You hawe a thing for Kan, do ya?
[There is nothing but venom in his words, venom and a slight protective, possessiveness that really gets drowned out by the ill intent that floods the sounds. He is not happy Lloyd. Not. One. Bit.]