[He doesn't understand at all to why he wants to know, but at this point he half doesn't care if he tells someone out of close friends and family range what happens so they'll get mad at him as well. Eridan sits himself up and leans forward a hair to start telling what happened. ]
Alright fine. He was talkin to me in priwate ower the journals because I hawen't been wantin' to ewen look at him since that little announcement [Rolling his eyes.] he made. Of course I was pissed off about that because he didn't ewen think of talkin' to me or anythin' and I told him that when he addressed me. I asked him if the announcement was at least fake or somethin' for my own reasons and shit started escalatin' from there. Before I knew it he was accusin' me of not respectin' him and shit and sayin' that I hate him and I'm accusin' him for all of the shit that's happened in my life that he was newer around for.
[His cheeks are getting red from anger, and he's already getting a bit louder. But he's still leaving out really important details that could be used against him. He grips the arms of the chair tighter as he continued.]
And I told him that I bet his life would be a lot damn better if I wasn't around since I cause him so much fuckin' pain and turmoil and grief and I'm just so disrespectful to him and all that and he basically told me oh what does it matter it doesn't affect what's happenin' now. So, I told him that I didn't want to be his son anymore, and he didn't fuckin' stop me at all from sayin' that. In fact, he outright fuckin' told me that I'd better hawe somewhere to fuckin' stay durin' the holidays since he doesn't take guests for free.
[He takes a deep breath, sliding back down. His hands are lightly shaking from anger, and his cheeks are still pretty red. But he told at least a good chunk of the story that he wanted to tell, accidentally slipping out parts that he didn't wish to.] And that's what fuckin' happened.
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Alright fine. He was talkin to me in priwate ower the journals because I hawen't been wantin' to ewen look at him since that little announcement [Rolling his eyes.] he made. Of course I was pissed off about that because he didn't ewen think of talkin' to me or anythin' and I told him that when he addressed me. I asked him if the announcement was at least fake or somethin' for my own reasons and shit started escalatin' from there. Before I knew it he was accusin' me of not respectin' him and shit and sayin' that I hate him and I'm accusin' him for all of the shit that's happened in my life that he was newer around for.
[His cheeks are getting red from anger, and he's already getting a bit louder. But he's still leaving out really important details that could be used against him. He grips the arms of the chair tighter as he continued.]
And I told him that I bet his life would be a lot damn better if I wasn't around since I cause him so much fuckin' pain and turmoil and grief and I'm just so disrespectful to him and all that and he basically told me oh what does it matter it doesn't affect what's happenin' now. So, I told him that I didn't want to be his son anymore, and he didn't fuckin' stop me at all from sayin' that. In fact, he outright fuckin' told me that I'd better hawe somewhere to fuckin' stay durin' the holidays since he doesn't take guests for free.
[He takes a deep breath, sliding back down. His hands are lightly shaking from anger, and his cheeks are still pretty red. But he told at least a good chunk of the story that he wanted to tell, accidentally slipping out parts that he didn't wish to.] And that's what fuckin' happened.