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[ Right. Bro has seen enough weird shit in his life, he can understand waking up in a basin of water and being told he's supposed to fight some sort of war— but this wasn't how things were meant to be.
This really was not what he had read up on when first issuing his copies of Sburb.
This wasn't how the game was meant to be played.
Once he saw his own sword bare into his body and fell to the ground, he knew it would be game over for him and can only hope all of the training he had given Dave was good enough.
He can only hope and wish that everything he had done was well enough.
However, to find himself in such a strange and foreign environment, Bro's instinctive reaction is to play it calm and cool and leech out as much information about this place as possible. Inquiring about the place was pointless; people told him to hush— it was the Emperor's business.
Whatever.
Understanding the mere gist of things isn't good enough for Bro Strider. He needs detail. Every single detail he can muster up and find out.
So, once he quickly understands how to work the console, he sends out the massive text with the most important question: ]
yo keeliai.
a/s/l.
This really was not what he had read up on when first issuing his copies of Sburb.
This wasn't how the game was meant to be played.
Once he saw his own sword bare into his body and fell to the ground, he knew it would be game over for him and can only hope all of the training he had given Dave was good enough.
He can only hope and wish that everything he had done was well enough.
However, to find himself in such a strange and foreign environment, Bro's instinctive reaction is to play it calm and cool and leech out as much information about this place as possible. Inquiring about the place was pointless; people told him to hush— it was the Emperor's business.
Whatever.
Understanding the mere gist of things isn't good enough for Bro Strider. He needs detail. Every single detail he can muster up and find out.
So, once he quickly understands how to work the console, he sends out the massive text with the most important question: ]
yo keeliai.
a/s/l.
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no embarrassing pon farr incidents i hope.
shit bites.
Don't mind an inquiring mind
swings in here so casually woooo
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aint like im gonna go tell evveryone or nothin
besides if wwere hivvemates shouldnt i get a heads up on these sorts a things
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alright fine
[Doesn't mean he won't ask others who seem to know, though. Sorry Spock.]
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lets all be buddies here.
i have more than enough sex stories i can share.
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pass
[It's not that sex embarrasses Eridan or anything like that, nah, he just doesn't want to discuss this with some random stranger! Totally it.]
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dont be a weenie.
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i aint bein a bloody wweenie
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dies insidewonders how the hell to answer and OH, WOW, Eridan is asking questions on the line too, fantasticcc. Indignantly, there's obviously only one way to ride out the fact that everyone who brings up his heritage always needles that one sensitive subject; to be honest. ]None.
[ Because technically, he was too out of his mind to be embarrassed. So there. Take that, mysterious texter!! ]
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poppin pon farr boners are the worst.
like fuck bro dont look at me i gotta get back to my own damn planet.
cut some slack.
lemme guess tho.
rest of the enterprise is here too.
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Captain Kirk, Doctor McCoy, Ensign Chekov and Admiral Pike.
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harmless reasons. dont worry.
or curiosity sake cuz maybe im a fan of the show.
idefk maybe im just bored as fuck and you carry a good conversation.
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If I were party to the emotion of regret, I would not express any in liberating you from laboring under the impression that the reverse in your case is true.
[ SPOCK OUT. Off goes the line. ]
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