[Eridan gives Hans an approving look at the swweet savve, but then finds himself sort of squinting and tilting his head slightly as he goes on. He's rambling, really, and Eridan finds himself unsure if Hans is trying to imply that trolls are supposed to be fat or if Eridan's too skinny. Really now, what's he's supposed to think when he has no idea that trolls are a thing in Hans' world?]
[By the end of it, Eridan settled on giving him a flat look. Not exactly irritated, but not a vision of bemusement either.]
Only slightly. But it's fine, ramblin' and wantin' to know about a species far more impressiwe than your own is nothin' if not natural.
Don't know what you're tryin' to imply with the 'rounder' comment though, so let's just... dismiss that altogether, it'd be the best for both of us. Howewer. I don't do magic, it ain't real, there for it can't be done. I do do science though. Far more real. Far less of a thing for fuckin' grubs.
[As if to demonstrate, he draws his wwand out, it glowing quite brightly as a show of power. flicking it idly through the open air, wisps of white leaving a bright trail behind it. TOTALLY NOT MAGIC, HANS, REALLY. This is clear, undeniable truth this is anything but that faky fake shit.]
As for my fins. [He says as he finishes his little demonstration. Feel special Hans, he did that because he felt you worthy enough to show off for. What with you being a prince and all.]
I ain't the absolute only one with 'em, but the only one here who does. It's 'cos I'm a sea troll. A royal blood a my species. A genetic superior to the castes bound to be nothin' but sandstompin' filth.
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[By the end of it, Eridan settled on giving him a flat look. Not exactly irritated, but not a vision of bemusement either.]
Only slightly. But it's fine, ramblin' and wantin' to know about a species far more impressiwe than your own is nothin' if not natural.
Don't know what you're tryin' to imply with the 'rounder' comment though, so let's just... dismiss that altogether, it'd be the best for both of us. Howewer. I don't do magic, it ain't real, there for it can't be done. I do do science though. Far more real. Far less of a thing for fuckin' grubs.
[As if to demonstrate, he draws his wwand out, it glowing quite brightly as a show of power. flicking it idly through the open air, wisps of white leaving a bright trail behind it. TOTALLY NOT MAGIC, HANS, REALLY. This is clear, undeniable truth this is anything but that faky fake shit.]
As for my fins. [He says as he finishes his little demonstration. Feel special Hans, he did that because he felt you worthy enough to show off for. What with you being a prince and all.]
I ain't the absolute only one with 'em, but the only one here who does. It's 'cos I'm a sea troll. A royal blood a my species. A genetic superior to the castes bound to be nothin' but sandstompin' filth.