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[Unfortunately for Bro, the only thing that he's going to be met with is a lot of lies because hes not trying to spread this around too much and all.]

oh yeah evverythins fine
im just gettin myself prepared before i forget or somethin
dunno wwhy anyones thinkin anythins wwrong yknoww

I'm just wondering, because the last time I checked, you had a perfectly good place to stay.

yeah i
i still havve a place to stay

[And there's a delay, as if he's trying to come up with an excuse.]

i just spent all of my summer doin nothin and i figured it wwould be nice to get out a bit more

[He's already skeptical, with all things considered. So the pause is a little... suspicious. Or it's possible he's just being overly paranoid.]

Alright...

But are you sure everything's alright?

Is Murdoc ok?

yeah evverythins okay and hes okay
in fact hes probably goin to be a lot happier noww since wwe had that talk earlier
~~not like he doesnt havve some neww family to take care of instead of me~~

[And he didnt actually mark that through enough to where its not legible anymore, even though he thought he did.]

Edited 2012-09-21 03:49 (UTC)

[At first he doesn't really pay much attention to the scribbled out part. He's used to scribbled out shit, and his nosiness over it has mostly abated, so he doesn't try and read it.]

Oh, good then.

[But then he gets to thinking. Mainly about when Murdoc himself had crossed something out and how relevant it was. And then he realizes it probably runs in the family or something- mainly his nosiness just comes back full force.

So he reads it. And... his eyes widen considerably.]

Wait what the hell d'you mean by that?

[And Eridan has no idea that he actually was able to read that.]

wwhat do you mean by wwhat
im gettin myself outta the house durin the holidays and hes happy about it since im not stayin in one place

Edited 2012-09-21 05:14 (UTC)

No.

The part about him having new family. What are you talking about?

shit

[Wait inkblots fuck he didn't mean for that---

oh wait he can fix this.]

wwell yeah you knoww hes engaged to be married and all hes you knoww more preoccupied wwith them instead of me
i mean im fourteen i dont need him as much as i needed him wwhen i wwas like six or somethin you knoww

[He realizes how rushed that was right after he retracts his quill, but god he's just going to chase this around in circles if he has to]

[Bro. isn't stupid. At all. He's dealt with Dave, he knows how things can be blown out of proportion. He knows insecurity and shit when he sees it. And he's starting to get a bit of an idea of what's going on based on previous experiences with his own family.]

But even so, he's a little hesitant, because... this isn't his business, is it? Would Murdoc be angry at him for getting involved- more than he's already involved in other ways? He doesn't know, but. He can't just not say anything, especially if it comes down to Eridan being angry with Murdoc.

He's not gonna forget you, y'know.

Edited 2012-09-21 20:48 (UTC)

[Bro's response just... gets to him. It makes him stop for a moment and think, which only just brings up more bad memories of what had happened prior to the entry and it absolutely hurts. Plus, it makes him even more angry at Murdoc.

But he realizes that he probably has an idea of what's going on... and this isn't out in the public. He presses his quill to the page for a moment to figure out what to write back, and then finally decides. ]

howw are you to be sure about that i bet hed lovve nothin more than to forget me at this rate

[Well. Bro wasn't expecting him to stop being so cagey so soon. He stares at the page for several long minutes, trying to figure out what to say. This is such a familiar situation to him, only this time he's on the outside looking in instead of dealing with it himself. He isn't sure quite what to say.

So finally to give himself some time...]

I'd rather we didn't talk about this on the journals. Would you meet me somewhere? Please?

[He really was going to stay as cagey as he could, but he just wrote the right thing to get him. Just like that next reply gets to him again.

Eridan doesn't understand why he dropped it so soon, he doesn't really want to talk to anyone he doesn't trust as well as others right now. He really doesn't want to do this, he just wants to hole himself up and sleep and forget about this.

But all and all, he doesn't really know what he's doing anymore because he's terrified of this entire situation right now.]

i ...
sure why not since everyone else wants to talk to me

[And he's honestly surprised when Eridan says yes, but. He's grateful, because at least maybe now he has the opportunity to fix whatever the hell is going on. But it still means he needs to figure out something to say. And somewhere for them to meet. But... well, maybe he should leave that to Eridan.]

Where would be the best place for you, then?

[Goodness, giving Eridan the pick is always going to be a hard one, but he just randomly throws a few places out there. He really doesn't care too much for the location.]

honestly its between lake library or i
i guess your office or somewhere else take your pick

[He might be so willing right now to talk, but that doesn't mean that he'll end up just spilling his guts to Bro.]

I can guarantee that nobody would overhear us in my office, if you want to go ahead and come on, then.

ill be right ovver then

[He was still plenty apprehensive about going to meet up with him, really apprehensive. But apparently not enough because he didn't take long to get his ass over to Bro's office, going right in as instructed. He'd rather not waste any time in case someone wanted to stop him or something like that.]

[As he waited for Eridan, he made himself busy by tidying up his office- mainly, he hid all of the smuppets and any question material that might make Eridan uncomfortable. Because he wants Eridan to feel as comfortable as possible if they're going to talk about stuff.

When Eridan enters the room, he's just sitting down from cleaning and his eyes flick over to him.]

Make yourself at home. My office is your office, or whatever. Well not really, but you get the point.

[When he was actually in, he wasn't expecting it to be as clean as it was. And to say that he was thankful that there wasn't any illicit material that would make him uncomfortable in the slightest would be an understatement.

But it was pretty strange to see it like that.]

Ahh, yeah. Thanks.

[Don't mind him just gettin' his seat on because that is certainly what he's gonna do now.]

Mhm.

[He's quiet again after that, eyes watching Eridan move to sit down. After a moment, Bro props his feet up and his desk and crosses his arms over his chest, letting out a long, low breath. He isn't quite sure what to say still, but there's really no way to go about it than just jumping straight into it.

A part of him is still afraid that Murdoc would be angry at him for getting involved, but there's a part of him that feels like it's worth it, if he can help.]

What makes you think he'd wanna forget about you?

[Eridan stays quiet as he watches Bro shift and take the breath. He's especially silent and still whenever he asks the question. He's picking and choosing the parts out of the conversation that were actually to his own favor, since the conversation's still fresh on his mind right now. ]

Because Professor Donoghue specifically told me in some adwice that I'd be better helpin' myself.

[At that point he slides down into the chair, crossing his arms. There's slight hesitation in what he says next, growing quiet towards the end of it.] And that I'd newer be like him. Not that I ewen want to be like that complete asshole anymore.

[Bro's eyebrows raise slightly at Eridan's words, specifically the 'Professor Donoghue' part. That's when it becomes clear that things are worse than he thought. Because... no. Just no. If Dave called him Professor Strider, that would've hurt more than... anything. At all. And suddenly his fears of getting involved are gone, because he needs to fix this for Murdoc's sake, whatever happened.]

Alright, you're gonna have to start at the beginning, because I feel like this is all way, way out of context.

[It's times like this that he wished his hearing wasn't so damn good so that he could pretend like he hadn't heard that last part, because that's. Seriously kinda depressing to hear. Not to mention a little irritating, because. Shut up, stop saying bad things about Murdoc.]

[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.

[At first Bro doesn't really expect him to really tell the story. He fully expected to have to push it out of Eridan, because... really, why should he expect Eridan to open up to him like that? Just because he's close to Murdoc doesn't mean he knows Eridan. Hell, the two of them don't really have a particularly good track record. But because of Murdoc, he feels... an attachment of sorts, to Eridan. Like he has to help him through this, for Murdoc. The two of them may not have the best relationship, but maybe that could change if he played his cards right and helped him with these problems.

So when Eridan starts speaking, he's a little surprised but he listens intently. As he does, the more and more it strikes him as an argument he could have with Dave and the similarity is just... disturbing. But it at least helps give him some idea as to how to proceed, considering he's fixed problems with Dave in the past and it makes him feel like he has a shot at this. Because he's figured out how to fix things like this before.

He's honestly surprised to hear some of the things coming from Eridan's mouth though in regards to Murdoc. And yet, he knows how similar he and Murdoc can be... How they both put their foot in their mouth. He knows Murdoc's been stressed lately and going through a lot of shit. Bro knows how it can be when you're going through that kind of thing and dealing with... people like Eridan.

As uncomfortable as it is, his mind goes back to a few months ago on the Astronomy tower right after his brother had died. When Dave had antagonized him and caused him to flip his shit completely and utterly. When... he'd almost killed Dave over something stupid. He feels sympathy for Murdoc like he's never felt before, because he absolutely beyond a shadow of a doubt knows that Murdoc didn't mean it at all. Just like he hadn't meant it.

Once Eridan is finished, he's quiet for at least a minute, trying to figure out how best to confront the situation. It's a delicate one, far from easy to even begin to approach. A part of him doesn't want to put his own personal experiences in it too much, but at the same time... If that's the only thing that works, if that's the only thing that can fix this for the two of them, then he's absolutely willing to go there. It would be hard, but if that's what it took...

Finally he swallows.]

Listen... What I'm about to say isn't at all an attempt to excuse any of the shit your dad said, alright? Because... honestly, there's no excusing that. It wasn't fair of him to do and to be honest it was shitty as hell. But...

[He takes in a small breath, preparing to really get into it.]

He's going through a lot right now, y'know? Like... probably more than anybody else in this castle. That Snow guy, he... He really stirred up a lot of shit for your old man. A lot of shit that the guy is having a really hard time handling. I think he just took a lot of it out on you, and like I said, that's... not fair at all. But when you're that stressed out, you say a lot of shit you don't mean.

I don't believe for a second that he meant anything he said. Because trust me, I have plenty...too much experience doing and saying shit I don't mean when I'm upset and stressed out...

[He trails off quietly then, obviously getting lost in the memory of it, which gives Eridan plenty of time to digest what he said and speak if he wants to.]

[He actually does sit there for the moment, letting his words soak in. He's still incredibly angry right now, but he's starting to understand. He knew this was just so stressful to his father, he knew that there was way too much going on. He understood that because he was going through the exact same thing to a smaller degree.

But at the same time this entire conversation strikes him as strange. Why does he even care? Why would he care? Why was he getting way too into this? Did Murdoc put him up to it? What the hell even gives. He shouldn't care, this isn't his business and the last time Eridan remembered these two weren't exactly the best of friends.

As far as he could tell, anyways.

With another slight shift, his vision moves to the floor. He can't really seem to keep eye contact, as much as he wishes to. He doesn't want to admit that Bro is absolutely right because that would make him wrong, and he's incredibly selfish in that sense.

Words slowly begin to come out all of a suddenly. He honestly doesn't know what to say, but the silence proves to be way too awkward for him to handle. Like. way too awkward to handle. ]

... I see. So, we're both at fault for this is what you're sayin'. Because of all of the stress that's been wedgin' onto him and ... ewen on myself?

[The inflection of the question almost seems to give away how unsure he is of what he should even be saying. He really doesn't know if that was the right thing to say at all.

Actually, he's now thinking that he shouldn't have said anything at all. He shouldn't have told him anything, he shouldn't have even accepted his offer to talk, and he's now regretting it all.

God he hates dealing with these types of problems and feelings.]

Edited 2012-09-22 15:38 (UTC)

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