[Eridan half pays attention to what Alphinaud says, mainly because he doesn't come right out and says he knows shit about what the hapless prince requested.
As much as Eridan loves validation in his perceived struggles—blame falling to anyone but him is about as good as it gets sometimes—he's much more interested in his question being answered.]
You don't say. Well, fuckin' spill it—Or are you lookin' for a formal fuckin' inwitation here?
[Impatiently he gestures for Alphinaud to get on with it.]
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As much as Eridan loves validation in his perceived struggles—blame falling to anyone but him is about as good as it gets sometimes—he's much more interested in his question being answered.]
You don't say. Well, fuckin' spill it—Or are you lookin' for a formal fuckin' inwitation here?
[Impatiently he gestures for Alphinaud to get on with it.]