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[rule_britannia]

[His handwriting is barely legible, as if he's shaking so badly he can barely hold the quill]

I need some help

Hes dead hes

Eriqs dead I dont know what to do

fuck

Comments

[rule_britannia]

Is it? Hm. I can't say I'm not going to miss your entertaining melodrama but it might be nice to be able to have a conversation that doesn't end with you flouncing away.

[He smiles in return, then his expression turns thoughtful]

Though, since I have you in this mood, what do you think I ought to do?

[eighttimeshandy]

Just wait until I'm trying to use the journals again. I'm sure I'll perform some dramatics energetic enough to entertain you.

[He hums a bit at the question] Well, don't kiss him until you're absolutely sure it's what you want. I kissed Herbert and Aranea before choosing one over the other, and now I can't have either.

[rule_britannia]

[It's a good job he isn't drinking anything, because he would have done the most tremendous spit-take known to man at that piece of information]

You kissed Herbert?

[The fact he kissed Aranea doesn't even get a comment. Arthur saw that one coming from the other end of the country]

[eighttimeshandy]

well, yes. [blank look] I didn't anticipate that I'd be kissing Aranea any time soon, and I wanted to experiment further after our kiss. It wasn't so bad, and he was far more enthusiastic than I would have ever imagined. Kissing Aranea was very soft and sweet, but any time I kissed him, he seemed almost... hungry.

[rule_britannia]

.. Huh.

[That's not something he would have expected of Herbert West, but really, the mental image of he and Eriq kissing is not one that Arthur needs. He rubs the side of his head]

Maybe he fancies you.

[eighttimeshandy]

[What, Arthur doesn't find the idea of awkward nerds smooching to be appealing?]

Likely. [He tilts his head to the side, lips pursed.] I'm just not certain if I fancy him, or if I just like the attention. I suppose it doesn't matter, now.

[rule_britannia]

Knowing you, either one is a possibility.

[He shrugs and then sighs, pushing a hand through his hair and leaving bits of it sticking up. Now he's thinking about Alfred, and he doesn't want to be]

What'll you do now?

[eighttimeshandy]

I don't know. I guess have my body taken care of. Attempt to figure out how to carry books and quills and the like. Carry on like usual.

[rule_britannia]

Huh. I really didn't expect you to be so practical about all of this. I suppose that apathy has its benefits.

[eighttimeshandy]

I suppose hysterics would have been more what you were expecting? [he smirks a bit, arching an eyebrow. then he shakes his head] It just seems so pointless. I just keep thinking, "I'm dead, it doesn't matter." I'm dead, and there's no real point to anything! [His voice rises a bit in pitch, just a little bit of the aforementioned hysteria echoing in it] So why throw a fuss when it's all completely bollocks, anyway!

[rule_britannia]

You have a habit of making a fuss when it's unwarranted anyway, Eriq. Why should this be any different?

[One eyebrow quirks up slightly. At least he's stopped talking about that stupid American. Good]