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2013-06-02
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2013-09-14
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Do what you like, you don't have to be nice. Just pour yourself a cup of coffee.

Summary:

Eridan becoming attached to a certain barista. The barista doesn't complain.

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Intro to Do what you like you don't have to be nice just pour yourself a cup of coffee you can leave anytime. With an unnecessarily long title. An alternate Universities thing involving sollux, the barista and eridan.

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Chapter 1: Talking in code

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He tried almost enthusiastically this time to wake up. He could hear the clock ticking, the same rhythmic tick that for no reason woke him everyday. Coming to, he looked around. Mess. Everything was a mess. Clothes, all looking ghoulishly similar. Dark. They found themselves tangeld in piles leaving pathways from where he needed to be to where he was.
Bed, computer, bathroom. His hair would have been stylish had he found the motivation to give a shit long enough to brush it back. Reminants of sleep clung to his body. Using all of his willpower to stand and walk over to the bathroom, wishing with all of his heart he had just stayed asleep. Where it was safe. Not seeing a point in wearing more that what it took to cover what offended him he was at least clean now. Spiritually rolling to the computer he was bound to by heart, by morals, by some insecurity that kept his body in front of it. By some ghost that held his eyes to the screen. Maybe a better word was demon. Or poltergeist or some other felon that made off with his energy and stole his body.
CA: hey sol
CA: sol
CA: wwhat the fuck wwhy arent you answwerin me
TA: iim iin cla22 diipshiit
CA: oh
CA: wwell wwhatevver are you busy later im comin ovver okay
TA: what? Ye2 iim workiing. That thiing pea2ant2 do remember?
CA: ill be ovver later then
CA: sea ya
TA: whatever ED youre annoyiing as fuck. do what you want

Better than nothing. He looks at the screen blankly. You should be in class too. You should have woken up a long time ago.
He thought. But the thought only brought a hot sensation in his stomach. He pulled his glasses off of his face and couldnt even bring himself to let a tear fall. Am I dead? He thought for a moment. He felt sick. He always felt sick. Like he even had an excuse. He knew what they thought. What He thought. Looking down on him for what he did and He, I was very good at acting like I didnt notice. Who is that person? That prick who had all the friends and all of the money and all of the class? Maybe it's the ghost. The same damn entitiy that has him putting on stylish clothes, finding his good glasses and painting concealer onto his face to hide the evidence. Hide the evidence hide.