SHE REALLY THINKS FOR ABOUT TWENTY SOLID SECONDS ABOUT SAYING "A Moirail" like types it and deletes it about three times]
If I Had Any Coherent Ideas I Would Have Put Them Forth Already But Now I Will Have To Apply My Mind To The Problem Since You Evidently Havent Maybe Gloves Or Boots Fitting With The Season To Protect Against The Cold And Prevent Beasts From Accessing Your Wrists Or Ankles The Latter Probably Being A Better Idea As It Would Interfere Less With The Aesthetics Of Your Jewelry And Seems To Have Been A More Popular Biting Site And Considering How Coldblooded Youve Demonstrated You Are Im Not Even Sure It Excessively Bothers You
look im not about to get bitten again ok it wwas a once off the lousy beakbeast wwouldnt leavve me alone i kept tryin to swwat it awway an it just kept perchin itself real comfy like on pretty much any free part a me it could i mean head horns shoulder betwween my neck an cape you name it it wwas ridiculous so evventually i gavve up an the damn thing bites me i mean it dont evven got teeth wwhat the fuck is it doin bitin a guy hell if i knoww but like i said once off not happenin again i dont plan on permittin anythin suspicious hangin around me twwenty four sevven wwith the intent a gnawwin on me for wwhatevver reason
Am I Right To Read That Both As A Negative Insinuation Against Beings Who Bite Others For An Undying And As An Affirmation That Your Shoes Are So Well-Made That You Would Find Absolutely No Benefit In Ones Actually Made To Withstand Snow And Other Such Weather
wwhat no look if i wwanted to call you names an tell you to fuck off id do it to your face besides wwho givves a fuck about the cold the oceans cold an i handle that just fine i dont topple ovver at the first sign of a chill like some lousy fuckin heat needin landdwweller
Unless this is some sorta trick. In fact as he considers the idea it is, he kind of narrows her eyes at her, but then realizes if he drives her off now and they really are what he asked for, he might not get them.
Oh. :(
So he un-narrows his eyes.
Wait, shit, how long has he been doing the silent introspection thing???
Wow this is awkward. And he's still standing there quietly thinking to himself.
It's probably been about three or four minutes already oh god ABORT AMPORA ABORT.
So he clears his throat, then stands to the side.]
[As she patiently waits for his answer, there's almost a flash of her getting fed up with his hesitance. Yet as soon as he seems to acquiesce, she softens, relieved.
Without saying anything (what is there to say yet? "OK"?), she smoothly makes her way in now that he's stepped aside. She finds her perch on the far side of the couch so he won't have to risk bumping into her unworthy glowing parasitic worthless self if he joins her there. Aw. How considerate. Also how ridiculously overoptimistic. Her idea is that now that she's placed the shoebox on the middle of a coffee table in front of the couch, he will be drawn there.
Either way, presumably before he moves anywhere (at least he isn't kneejerking around much, this is progress), she reaches forward with one hand to remove the box's lid, setting it down alongside on the table. The boots inside are similar to what he asked for though not exactly the same: Most notably the heels are a solid half-inch shorter, though the ankles a quarter-inch higher to compensate. Harder to tell - they pretty much look black without direct illumination, but with light like the glow cast by Kanaya's hands, it's possible to see the shade is in fact a deep violet.
Once she's removed the lid she sits back with her hands folded in her lap.]
[He follows her over, though remains standing on the opposite side of the table as opposed to sitting down. That certainly is them alright - plus to be honest he hardly notices the differences anyway, they're pretty minor to him.
The only thing to really do now is try them on, so he sits down beside the box on the table with his back towards her and goes about trying them on.
[He doesn't say anything else for now, putting on the other shoe - once he has, he looks them over for a moment, then stands and takes a few steps forward before turning fully to face her.]
[She spends a few momets looking him down and thinking it over. (he asked her advice--! after an approximately 40 usd bribe get your shit together kan-mar) Silly heels...]
I'm obviously biased, but I like them. The heels and lack of laces are likely to make human adults take you more seriously.
Oh please, the ones who don't take me seriously now probably ain't worth bein' taken serious by if somethin' as stupid as a pair a' shoes is gonna influence 'em on the matter.
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SHE REALLY THINKS FOR ABOUT TWENTY SOLID SECONDS ABOUT SAYING "A Moirail" like types it and deletes it about three times]
If I Had Any Coherent Ideas I Would Have Put Them Forth Already
But Now I Will Have To Apply My Mind To The Problem Since You Evidently Havent
Maybe
Gloves Or Boots Fitting With The Season
To Protect Against The Cold And Prevent Beasts From Accessing Your Wrists Or Ankles
The Latter Probably Being A Better Idea As It Would Interfere Less With The Aesthetics Of Your Jewelry And Seems To Have Been A More Popular Biting Site
And Considering How Coldblooded Youve Demonstrated You Are Im Not Even Sure It Excessively Bothers You
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the lousy beakbeast wwouldnt leavve me alone
i kept tryin to swwat it awway an it just kept perchin itself real comfy like on pretty much any free part a me it could
i mean head horns shoulder betwween my neck an cape you name it it wwas ridiculous
so evventually i gavve up an the damn thing bites me
i mean
it dont evven got teeth
wwhat the fuck is it doin bitin a guy
hell if i knoww
but like i said
once off
not happenin again
i dont plan on permittin anythin suspicious hangin around me twwenty four sevven wwith the intent a gnawwin on me for wwhatevver reason
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And As An Affirmation That Your Shoes Are So Well-Made That You Would Find Absolutely No Benefit In Ones Actually Made To Withstand Snow And Other Such Weather
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no look if i wwanted to call you names an tell you to fuck off id do it to your face
besides wwho givves a fuck about the cold
the oceans cold an i handle that just fine i dont topple ovver at the first sign of a chill like some lousy fuckin heat needin landdwweller
[On the other hand, he does when it's too warm.
but that's more eridan than a seadweller thing]
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PROGRESS...!!!???]
Ok
Ill Just
Slowly Back Out Of The Shoe Store
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wwait wwhat
hold on a second are you tellin me
you are already there
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I Got Here Fairly Quickly
You Should Be Aware By Now That I Am Pretty Much Kindly Requesting You Give Me The Opportunity To Buy You Something
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i mean if youre insistin an all
caligulasAquarium [CA] has sent swweetassboots.png
if you found somethin like these
an bought em
an i wwere givven em
i wwouldnt necessarily not wwear em
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[A little less than ten minutes later, there will be a knock on the door of 206.]
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Guess he'll just answer the door so.]
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Nope, surprise surprise it's Kanaya.
She's holding a shoebox.]
Can I come in.
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Seriously though, she really got them ahhh
Unless this is some sorta trick. In fact as he considers the idea it is, he kind of narrows her eyes at her, but then realizes if he drives her off now and they really are what he asked for, he might not get them.
Oh. :(
So he un-narrows his eyes.
Wait, shit, how long has he been doing the silent introspection thing???
Wow this is awkward. And he's still standing there quietly thinking to himself.
It's probably been about three or four minutes already oh god ABORT AMPORA ABORT.
So he clears his throat, then stands to the side.]
Sure, c'mon in.
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Without saying anything (what is there to say yet? "OK"?), she smoothly makes her way in now that he's stepped aside. She finds her perch on the far side of the couch so he won't have to risk bumping into her unworthy glowing parasitic worthless self if he joins her there. Aw. How considerate. Also how ridiculously overoptimistic. Her idea is that now that she's placed the shoebox on the middle of a coffee table in front of the couch, he will be drawn there.
Either way, presumably before he moves anywhere (at least he isn't kneejerking around much, this is progress), she reaches forward with one hand to remove the box's lid, setting it down alongside on the table. The boots inside are similar to what he asked for though not exactly the same: Most notably the heels are a solid half-inch shorter, though the ankles a quarter-inch higher to compensate. Harder to tell - they pretty much look black without direct illumination, but with light like the glow cast by Kanaya's hands, it's possible to see the shade is in fact a deep violet.
Once she's removed the lid she sits back with her hands folded in her lap.]
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The only thing to really do now is try them on, so he sits down beside the box on the table with his back towards her and goes about trying them on.
Just as he gets the first one on, though...]
...
They look good. I like them.
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You really think so? That's good.
I was confident they'd at least fit since I still have your measurements.
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Whaddya think?
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I'm obviously biased, but I like them. The heels and lack of laces are likely to make human adults take you more seriously.
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...though not that I'm sayin' they're stupid.
[He picked them out after all...mostly.]
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I don't really value humans' opinions without prior reason to, but there are unfortunately far too many here to ignore.
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Only a few of 'em matter. The rest I just don't bother with.
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Sometimes I wish it weren't as difficult for me. It's just a challenge, Eridan. Being a civilized troll and surrounded by aliens.
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Honestly, it ain't that hard.
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Maybe. Whatever.
So...
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