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006 ✞ [video]✞ Encrypted from Damian times a million

(~~A million, of course, meaning the highest she currently knew how to code, which was a solid 60%. Thus, he theoretically could still hack it, should he choose to do so~~)

[It had been more than a week, and Midii was still at a complete loss. So much so, she was finally desperate enough to go to the Network for help. Something that, under most any other circumstance, she would never do. Which spoke volumes about the situation as a whole. And how she felt about it.]

[After more than a full ten seconds of silence wondering how to phrase her problem, before she gave up and just blurted out the first question that came to mind:]

How do you get someone to admit he's being a jerk?

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Ah, yeah we call them solar sweeps.

[A pause.] Though, you look around my age. Perhaps your worlds rewolution is shorter. Seein' as I'm 6 sweeps.

Maybe. I really have no idea what that means. I only know how we count them back home.

Whatewer, it ain't like I care to learn the conwersion a sweeps to human years. So, mystery solwed for the most part, I suppose.

[A beat.]

But, if you're really dead set on not hearin' what I got to say, I suppose it'd be best not to waste either of our time with a meaningless conwersation.

I would be willing to listen if you stopped blaming me for something I've already told you isn't my fault.

You really don't listen, do you? I wasn't blamin' you entirely, was just allowin' the fuckin' room for possibility, but I digress.

I suppose you'we already told him he was bein' as such, so that obwiously is a no go, but perhaps you could giwe him the same fuckin' treatment. Feed him his own medicine an' maybe he'll get some bloody clarity to his own asshole antics.

[Good. Digress, please. Otherwise there'll be arguing about that one (moot) point the rest of the day.]

I already haven't spoken to him since we fought. I haven't even seen him.

And I doubt he would care if I started calling him by his last name.

[Eridan is the master of arguing moot points, so it really is better it's dropped.]

...That's what this is about? A last fuckin' name? [He is giving her the flattest look he can muster.]

No.

[Yes.]

It's about more than that. [Not really] It's about how he talked to me. Completely ignored everything I had to say, like his opinion was the only one that mattered.

Edited 2013-11-24 03:55 (UTC)

Maybe his opinion is the only one that matters. [A beat.] To him. I don't see why you couldn't treat him similarly, just... don't worry about the last name thing.

[Why is that even an issue in the first place?]

Because that's not--

['that's not what friends do' Then again, what did she really know about that, anyway?]

...that's not what he was like before.

An' it wouldn't be how you were before, right? Only seems right you ewen the odds.

[Come on, 2+2 isn't hard.]

Sometimes people need to be treated how they're treatin' others to get a fuckin' clue a what they're doin'. [Honestly, Eridan isn't the best at the whole friendship thing either, and he's kind of the worst person to get advice for this sort of thing.]

So you're saying I should be a jerk back to him and not care what he thinks.

[Does that method even work?]

That's exactly what I'm sayin'. If he really does giwe a shit, then he'll come around.

Howewer, if he doesn't, then that just goes to show he ain't worth your fuckin' time.

[Her lips press together. Tightly. That was exactly what she was afraid of.]

I'll...think about it.

Will you?

[He doesn't sound convinced. Ultimately, this didn't affect him either way, but he found it pointless to hold onto a useless connection to someone who might otherwise want nothing to do with you. He knows how that is, he's been there.]

Just sayin', it's better to throw out the trash, than be the trash that gets thrown out.

I said I'll think about it. Which I will.

[She's saying nothing about whether or not she'll actually do it.]

Okay, fine. But there ya go, that's my bloody adwice. Hope you think hard on this; for your own sake.

[A small pause.]

M'name's Eridan Ampora bee-tee-dubs. You?

Midii.

[Just that. Midii. Not getting into the whole last name thing right now. Not considering the circumstances of her original post.]

And...thank you, Eridan.

A pleasure, I'm sure.

[He was going to ask if they didn't give last names on her planet, but considering her uppity attitude towards this guy over his use of her last name, he figures it a pointless endeavor.]

Yeah whatewer, don't mention it.

[Less than pointless]

Don't worry. I won't.

[That gets a quirk of an eyebrow.]

Alright, well then. I'll catch ya later, assumin' we cross paths again or whatewer. [Not that he'll go out of his way for that, or anything.]

Edited 2013-11-26 06:14 (UTC)

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