JANUARY - FEBRUARY TEST DRIVE MEME

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[video] I see you added more masterpieces to your gallery!

[unconchonable]

[And as if that horrible smell were wafted straight into his face, his nose scrunches with repulse.]

I ain't so easily bothered, giwe me a bit more credit.

[God!]

And eff-why-aye: this pink, fleshy, downright inferior sack a' meat they dare to call a suitable body for a bloody royal a' my pedigree is a bloody insult. But, if it were between what I got and what you got?

[He just lets out an indignant, humorless laugh.]

[video] fine art

[mouthfordays]

[The nose scrunch is weirdly endearing. Haha, he got a reaction!]

You're royalty?

[Bill perks up at that, his sparse eyebrows rising to his equally sparse hairline and his rheumy, running eye lighting up. He flutters his weirdly precise eyelashes at Eridan, and nods his head in what looks like an attempt at a bow. Kind of hard to bow properly when you don't have a neck.]

Didn't realize I was in the presence of... a prince? A future king? What'd they call you, my liege?

[video] Or what us illustrators like to refer to as "Fart"

[unconchonable]

[Alright. This guy might be the closest thing to sentient guttertrash Eridan's gander bulbs have ever had the displeasure of being exposed to.

On the other fin, he seems to fucking get how to treat royalty. This? Eridan can get used to.

But why in the fucking hell did he have to look like a flesh golem made from people who were afraid of personal hygiene???]

I'm the bloody Prince a' Hope. The penultimate hue to none other than the Empress an' Heiress apparent themselwes. Kinda a huge deal, if you're catchin' my drift.

[A subtle pun. Just a little one. Look, he's being friendly kinda! Ignore how that look of disgust is still planted on his face, that's almost a default expression anyways.]

[video] only the fartiest of fart

[mouthfordays]

[Guttertrash is all in the eye of the beholder, buddy.]

I knew it! I knew it! Just one look at you, Stripe, and I could tell you were a Prince.

[Do you hear the capitalization of the word Prince? Because you're supposed to. It might be hard with all this mouth, though.]

The Prince of Hope, huh? Sounds important. And second only to the Empress and Heiress! Wow! That's a huge deal!

[A slight pause, and Bill's eye narrows ever so slightly.]

I bet she was pretty, wasn't she?

[video] Art that could very well be made from someone farting on a canvas!

[unconchonable]

[And his is the eye that matters!]

Eridan. Stop callin' me stripe.

[He's still grossed out by this mound of animate flesh, but at least he knows the sight of royalty when it's under his serpent like nose.

That next question, however, gives pause as he stops to think about Feferi... more dead than alive, seeing as the last time he saw her, he punched a hole through her like she was cheap school paper.

What seems like a moment, in reality is several seconds of Eridan staring off to the side with a somewhat troubled expression--before he snaps back.]

Of course! It ain't like the most biologically superior beings in our galaxy was gonna not be downright mind blowin'ly beautiful.

[It... feels a little weird to go on about how objectively pretty a dead princess is, but you know, wwhatevver]

[video]

[mouthfordays]

[And does Bill notice that troubled expression? He most certainly does, and takes note of it, as well as the past tense. This is a Sensitive Topic for some reason, and where there's a Sensitive Topic, there's the potential for exploitation.]

[Why is it sensitive? Who cares, that part isn't important. Bill can work with what he's got.]

Uh huh. And you're going to marry her when you get home, right? Go be all lovey-dovey and have a house and everything?