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It felt like hour, two or maybe three. Maybe even only the first half. He went up to the counter after hiding behind his computer. He was sure his horns gave him away. They were pretty recognizable. “Really ED? Really?” Captor was rolling his eyes behind his usually ridiculous 3d looking glasses. “Yeah sol I said water.” Fake expression. Fake confidence. Fake. Fake. Fake. Who was this person ordering a water at a coffee shop? Sol reluctantly shoved a cup of ice water in your direction, holding onto the cup longer than he should have. Your hands touched. In the kind of way that’s usually really annoying. The kind of way that if a stranger did it, you'd cringe. You'd look at them with disgust. The too long touching when exchanges happened that made you need to wash your hands after. But it was happening now. “Are you really here to stalk me?” He added. “Don't be so full of yourself, I'm here enjoyin writing in my blog.” He grabbed it out of his hand. “But I might be here when you're done.”
“Then at least get a fucking coffee you douche.”
He turned away and sat back at his computer. And, cut. Perfect performance. Maybe he was too into himself. He opened up the page he was working on. Or rather, “workin on”. It was essentially empty. There was nothing but words on the page nothing but letters and space. He decided to write that down. Occasional glances back to captor, making it too obvious he was still there. Rolling his eyes, it made him smirk.
Sitting in the solitude of his bedroom daily made it a little unnerving to be around all of these people. Talking, drinking, breathing in each others delusions like an inhaler. At least in his room he was alone. It's not like anyone ever texts him except sol. Occasionally Vris or Kan. Fef stopped talking to him a long time ago, which was... understandable. So it was him. So it was, lonely. Not sad, just alone. He knew Sol was busy, so Eridan did his best to make it look convincing. Not messaging him for a few days, waiting half an hour to reply to messages. Calculated. The trick is, he reminded himself, to look like you're always doing something else. Pretend you aren't waiting for that message tone. Pretend you aren't checking every few minutes for someone to be online.
“Isn't there someone else who needs harassing at work?” You're on water number four and Sol was running out of sassy comebacks.
No, there is no one. You the only one who still talks to me. He wanted to say. It was the truth wasn't it?
Most of what Eridan was pretending to do online was scrolling through pages of meaningless information and reading the first act of “waiting for Godot”. In between lines he heard, “Well fish boy are you coming or what?” Sollux's work shirt was slung over his shoulder, and he was holding a grande cup of probably espresso. “Did you drive?” Captor sipped and Ampora slipped his laptop into his leather case. He did. He replied, then lets go He commanded.
Fake smirk. Fake expression. Fake distraction. Fake fake fake.