He had been able to successfully touch him. The last attempt he had realized that he had done it all wrong, this was a different thing to deal with. He was still not registering that he was a troll, but he was at least letting him do these things without having to worry of him dying from the wrong move.
It was nice.
Eventually, he would be dropped, which he landed painfully right on his ass. He watched Gamzee make his way back to his den. Thankfully, Eridan is able to read his body language, or at least catch what he was trying to say. He really didn't have much experience with reading beasts, especially the one Gamzee had become.
Picking himself off the ground again, he glanced back at the weapons he had discarded, figuring they would be alright where they lay, and ventured in. His pace is slow and lax, as if he's not minding at all where he stepped. He hadn't acted like that in a while, he always walked in precision, stiff and ready to act. But this, it was just so carefree, it was almost so odd for him to move as he did.
As he draws closer, he decides on where to sit. He had figured that if he could even touch Gamzee, that sitting close to him wouldn't hurt. He places himself with about a foot or so in between himself and his head, sitting cross-legged and smiling a bit. "Thank you." He dared not to reach out just yet, just in case he needed to back away or something. Such bold and stupid risks he was taking...
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It was nice.
Eventually, he would be dropped, which he landed painfully right on his ass. He watched Gamzee make his way back to his den. Thankfully, Eridan is able to read his body language, or at least catch what he was trying to say. He really didn't have much experience with reading beasts, especially the one Gamzee had become.
Picking himself off the ground again, he glanced back at the weapons he had discarded, figuring they would be alright where they lay, and ventured in. His pace is slow and lax, as if he's not minding at all where he stepped. He hadn't acted like that in a while, he always walked in precision, stiff and ready to act. But this, it was just so carefree, it was almost so odd for him to move as he did.
As he draws closer, he decides on where to sit. He had figured that if he could even touch Gamzee, that sitting close to him wouldn't hurt. He places himself with about a foot or so in between himself and his head, sitting cross-legged and smiling a bit. "Thank you." He dared not to reach out just yet, just in case he needed to back away or something. Such bold and stupid risks he was taking...