trollcops:
Your name is Sollux Captor, and you hate being locked up in this place.
Especially with Eridan.
But instead of making due and talking to people, he was sitting on his computer and making use of it. He’d already drawn up a couple of viruses, being able to hack into his own harddrive on his old computer (somehow or another). Really, something more advanced for hacking work might have been a bit better. But he wasn’t too sure on how he should have gone through with it. It’s not like he was sure what he needed, yet.
The teen shifted in his chair, legs crossing as he clicked around absently on the video game he was playing. He’d discovered a lot more human games that he hadn’t known about, and they were finding to be interesting. Fingers were clicking at various things, and he was already a good way into the game as heterochromatic hues scanned over the screen. He was stuck, and there was no way he was going to move away from it very easily.
It’d probably take invading his personal space to get him to move.
And lots of annoyance.
Lots.
Yes, he approved of this game.
Arkham City forever.
Your name is Eridan Ampora, and you don’t know what the fuck is going on, and why you’re in this godforsaken place.
First thing you knew Kanaya was cleaving you in half with a chainsaw, next thing after that you were being stitched up by humans in white. Why would they do that? You were quite content in your dream bubble, reliving all of your conquests and victories, going down memory lane and remembering how Vriska used to be your Kismesis and Feferi used to be your Moirail.
Then now you’re stuck in this infernal room with your other Kismesis, Sollux Captor.
Right now you’re bundled up under your cape, curled up into a ball on your bed as the annoyance in the room kept tapping away at his keyboard. It wasn’t relaxing, or calming. It was grating your nerves.
Actually, everything he does grates your nerves.
So when you discovered that your wand was back in it’s place in your strife deck, you pull it out and cast a very light spell science shenanigan with enough power to hit him in the back of the head as if you just went over and smacked him with your own hand.
“Keep it quiet over there.”
