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no i havvent been neglectin my journal
ivve been awware of happenins goin on from wwhat i can tell and i havve been takin note of wwhat wwill be due at the start of the year
i just havvent been puttin it to myself to actually wwant to wwrite somethin
plus i havve been busyin myself wwith the assignments to get them out of the wway unlike some people wwho wwill remain unnamed for obvvious reasons
you knoww wwho you are

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Well for one, sometimes I get caught up in a good book and I spend more time readin' than I anticipated.

[Givin' you a look.]

I can't be the only one who's done it... multiple times in a row.

Alright.

[Now he's just going to lie back down because he's too old for this.]

[Wait is that it.

He leans forward again, crooking his head a hair or two.]

Was that all you were wantin'?

I just wanted to get a good look at you before you wander off into the abyss again.

[All of this said with his arm dramatically swept over his eyes.]

[Oh you know how to make him ticked off and feeling awful for everything he does at the same time, don't you? He reaches forward and tries to move his arm, gripping to the couch for dear life and you know... not to fall forward.]

Y'know... it probably wouldn't kill me to spend some time down here or y'know, bring some of my work down or somethin'.

[Apparently being cooped up is making him feel a bit more playful. He's going to throw another arm over his eyes and refuse to let the other one budge.]

Oohh, what does it matter? I've only got a few years left until I start to wither away, Eridan.

[Look at him go, trying to free his arms with both of his arms now. ]

Now you're just bein' dramatic. It's not like you saw me that much prior to this summer. [There's a whine in that sentence, and it's very easy to spot.] I know for a fact it matters, besides I wasn't goin' to be spendin' that much more time up there most of the day, I promise.

[He peers up at Eridan through the gaps in his arms and grumbles:]

I apologised for that already. [As if apologising makes up for years of abandonment, oh Murdoc never change. Now he's going to grab at Eridan's hands because father and son wrestling is the best way to bond without talking.]

[Never ever change.]

If only you could hawe apologized much earlier. [He's ... slightly teasing, so very very slightly teasing. Yeah uh, you go right ahead and grab his arms, because he's going to end up falling forward onto him if he starts struggling.

Oh wait yes he is going to start struggling.]

You didn't even know how to spell apolo- Nghrh-!
[He grunts as the full weight of a fourteen year old boy sort of..abruptly collapses onto him and he ruffles his hair before pushing him up into a sitting position, straightening himself out.]

Anyway, shaddup for a moment, I called you in here for a reason. I need to talk to you about somethin'.

[Haha he has the upper hand he's totally doing it wait okay no we're not fighting.

Okay. Eridan gracefully sits up and on the couch like a proper boy would sit, looking over to him with a quirked eyebrow. He was a bit curious to what he had to discuss.]

Uh... alright father. What's up?

[Murdoc sits himself, putting his hands on his knees as he tries to think of how to word this. He hadn't actually called Eridan down to talk about the sisters he never knew he had, he just wanted to tease him. He'd been putting it off ever since he found out and suddenly he'd just blurted out the fact they needed to talk out of nowhere. Nice one, Murdoc. Should've just wrestled. He moves a hand from his knee to Eridan's shoulder staring at him for a moment. A long moment. What was he saying again? Ah.]

Have you ever thought a' what it would be like if you had a brother or a sister, son?

[What an odd question to come from Murdoc. Although, it's better than what he was expecting in a way, he seems to sit there for a moment after getting pushed back and comfortable... almost as if he's giving it a bit of thought. Why would he have other children if he couldn't even take care of his own son properly.

Unless it was all hypothetical. HMmm... He quirks his eyebrow, slowly looking back. ]

... No?

[He's sort of giving him a bit of a look right now.]

What're you gettin' at, father?

[WELP. He really should have expected that answer, but it's thrown him off. He gapes at Eridan for a moment before he tightens his mouth into a frown, clapping Eridan on the back enthusiastically (and awkwardly).]

Well, son. Before I met your mother, I had. Other friends. An' it's only recently that I've seen my other friends because-- ah-- I've been busy. I'm busy. Always busy.

And. Err. It's sort a...like...

You have two sisters. I didn't know.

Don't hate me.

[AHAHA YOU WERE THINKING HE'D TAKE THIS OKAY.

No he sort of is, and by that, I mean he stares at him with the most intense look. It looks a bit worse considering whenever Murdoc patted his back his glasses fell forward a bit. He's trying to process this, which he CAN it's just. Something he wasn't expecting entirely!]

Wait.

... You're bein' serious.

[Oops, let dad fix that. Look he's pushing your glasses back up your face, he is an undeniably good father and you can never hold anything against him.

Murdoc gives Eridan a flat look. Really. Of all the questions to ask, boy.]

Would I joke about this?

[Oh thanks, he wouldn't have moved them either way, or they could have fallen, oh no! Eridan clearly just doesn't appreciate Dad of the Year.

Flat look, meet dry voice.]

Do I need to remind you the last two times you were jokin' around that I actually took seriously?

[You... know how he is with these things!]

Yes! Yes you do, Eridan! I honestly cannot recall a time when I have told you in good faith that you have two sisters!?

[Deep breaths, Murdoc. Calm the fuck down.] Look, Eridan. I'm not foolin' around here.

[His hands go up, because wow calm the hell down yo.] Alright, alright Father I know that now!

[Moment over, back to focusing on the right things.]

I just... I really don't know how to take that. I... I guess I'm not mad [yet] I... I don't know.

[His life's hard.]

Edited 2012-08-02 17:28 (UTC)

Good. I'm glad you're not mad. [He tries to look totally cool and calm about this for about five seconds before he slumps forward and groans.]
Maybe you should be mad at me. I would be, if I were you.

Maybe I would be if I weren't too caught up with the current thought of "Wow, I hawe family I'we newer met before! And wait, wait, they're also my sisters!"

[He throws his hands up for dramatic flare, then pulls them back to rub his face. After a moment of doing so, he slowly looks up, staring him down.]

Is there anythin' else you'we kept secret from me, while we're on this subject?

If it helps any, I didn't know I had daughters until less than a week ago. [He throws Eridan one of those 'my life is worse than yours' looks and threads his fingers together, thinking on it.]

Your goldfish didn't run away, Eridan. Goldfish can't walk. It died and Nan flushed it away.

Oh. [He gets a slightly sympathetic look, mainly because wow how do you even not know and why...wait.] ... How... old are are my sisters?

And ... Thank you for that, it's been plaguin' my mind since I remember it "runnin' away". [Anyway, sarcastic attitude aside, the boy pauses, quietly adding: ] Ahab was a good goldfish, okay?

They're your age, twins. Very pretty, very smart. [Probably a good thing he's telling him now, he thinks. That could have become awkward quickly.]

You're welcome. I figured you were old enough to know the truths a the world. Yes. I know he was. He was very charmin' for a fella that did nothin' but swim in his piss and stare idly at the things you put in his bowl.

Edited 2012-08-09 17:04 (UTC)

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