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[ It's a public post, and it appears without much fanfare. It shows the unmistakeably lightning-horned silhouette of a certain young alien kid sitting in a chair, shoulders kind of slumped and hair kind of unkempt. He looks like he's been dragged through a hedge backwards. His glasses are smeared with the faded inkiness of shadows, so he at least probably crawled out of somewhere unsavoury.
And, for a while, he just sits there in front of the camera in total silence.
Then: ]
im lookin for a gun
its a blue laser rifle
youll knoww it wwhen you see it
[ He leans forward conspiratorially. ]
i mostly just wwant my gun back
but this also servves as a psa
i got some things i gotta wwork out
anyone gettin in my wway wwill get wwhats comin to em
[ A long, thoughtful moment later, and Eridan stands up to come switch off the feed. ]
And, for a while, he just sits there in front of the camera in total silence.
Then: ]
im lookin for a gun
its a blue laser rifle
youll knoww it wwhen you see it
[ He leans forward conspiratorially. ]
i mostly just wwant my gun back
but this also servves as a psa
i got some things i gotta wwork out
anyone gettin in my wway wwill get wwhats comin to em
[ A long, thoughtful moment later, and Eridan stands up to come switch off the feed. ]