You are Nepeta Leijon and you are helping Eridan live the life of an average troll. He's changed into a lower caste outfit, wearing black pants and a shirt with a burgundy symbol. Not his symbol of course because everyone knows what the emporer and prince's symbol is.

"Howw long am I doing this, Nep?" Eridan asks.

"All long as I see fit," you tell him, smiling, "mew should've decided a time limit befur mew agreed."

He scowls, "Dirty trick, Nep."

"Not dirty. I'm just good at pursuasion," you giggle. Eridan looks flustered, which you find cute.

He sighs, "Wwhatevver. I'm hoping it isn't long."

That makes you want to make it longer. You're hoping it will only be week, mostly because Eridan complained about it so much, but it depends on how quickly he learns, "It's not gonna kill mew."

The two of you leave the palace, you're still in the clothes you had before you were captured. They're pretty ragged now, with a lot of holes from training sloppily stitched.

"Wwhere are wwe going?" Eridan asks.

"To see a furiend," you reply.

"It's so far awway," he whines.

"We've only been walking fur ten minutes," you roll your eyes. He's a handful and it makes you wonder what you see in him. Wait, you don't actually like him. It's just to get you out of the rebellion for good. This whole thing was just to lure him out of the palace so you could kill him. You don't know if you'll be able to, really. Not that you'd admit that.

"We're here," you say.

"That took forevver," Eridan whines, again.

"That took less than an hour," you facepalm, what a useless prince.

"Hey! I'm not useless!" he snaps. You didn't realize you said that out loud.

"Purove it," you smirk at him, "I could make a better ruler than mew would!"

"Is that a challenge?" he narrows his eyes, "just so you know, I don't lose."

"I guess mew will have your furst taste," you're having fun making fun of him. Eridan looks like he's about to explode. It's really funny, and kind of cute too. Now, you don't like him, it's just an observation. Now you know you're lying to yourself. You still don't know what you see in him though.

"Yeah, well-" he's cut off by the door opening.

"Hey, Nepeta, long time no see!" she laughs, "or smell in my case!"

You smile, "Nice to see mew again, Purezi!"

Eridan is confused now, "Nep, who is that?"

"Terezi, who are you?" Terezi asks him, her cheshire smile still plastered on her face.

"I'm Eridan," he says, and you inwardly facepalm. So much for stealth.

Terezi is undettered by his idiocy, "Come in. My hive is a mess but whatever."

You walk in and notice that it's become more colorful, which is pretty amazing considering how colorful it was last time you were here. Granted, that was more than a few sweeps ago, but you're still impressed. You hear Eridan mutter a wow.

Terezi cackles, "Do you like it?"

"It's, uh, colorful," Eridan says, at a loss for words.

You giggle, "Wow, Purezi, mew really got him fur a loss at words," you've never seen Eridan like that. He always seems to know what to say.

He blushes, further destroying the facade of his blood color. You're really happy Terezi is blind. You realize Eridan doesn't know that. You also realize Terezi can smell color and then facepalm inwardly again.

"Wwhere's the load gaper?" he asks, unaware of any of your realizations. At least he's making an effort to keep the facade.

"Go left, then another left, then a right, then it's the last door on the left."

Eridan leaves eagerly. He must be embarrassed, which causes you to laugh.

"Nepeta," Terezi's smile falls to a more serious look, "why are you with the prince, and why isn't he dead?"

"I haven't been able to get him alone, and even if I did, I don't know if I could kill him," you say, only half of it is a lie and you hope Terezi doesn't know that.

She frowns, "The revolution is riding on him dying. You have to do it, even if you're squeamish about it."

You realize seeing your old friend/rebel leader was a bad idea. You're surprised at how stupid the idea was in hindsight and how stupid you've been today. "I... I don't know. He's not so bad."

Terezi stands up suddenly, "He killed Vriska and left Tavros to die! And now he's got you under his finger! He's the worst and he's going down one way or another!"

"Who's the wworst?" Eridan enters the room, and both of you are unsure of what to tell him.

"The emporer," you say. You aren't technically lying to him and you know he thinks the same.

He scowls, "I'll be glad wwhen that fucker dies."

A flash of surprise enters Terezi's face and leaves as soon as it comes. She thinks for a minute, "Get out."

"Wwhat, wwhy?" Eridan looks at you than at Terezi and back to you. You can see him wondering what happened.

"But Terezi!" You aren't done. You have to get Eridan to learn how the lowblood lives. That's why you came to her.

"Out! You've done enough, Nepeta!" She yells.

You don't look at her as you leave, "C'mon Eridan."

"But-" you cut him off, "We're leaving," he follows you without another word. You think you scared him.

"Nep, what was-" he tries to question again but you cut him off, holding him as your candy red tears stain his shirt.