Post-Mini-Strife
[One-Shot]
The two sat across the table from one another, Cronus grinning like an idiot. Eridan was still astounded at the resemblance, and while he was a bit young, he really did look like the Dualscar Eridan had seen in Vriska's journals.
"So," Cronus commented dreamily.
"So wwhat."
"Here vwe are," he said with a wide sweep of his arm. Eridan looked around.
"Yeah, so? It's just your hivve."
"Just my-? I vwill hawve you knovw my hiwve is a modern MARVWEL, and I'd prefer you not disrespect it like that. Just cuz you're attractivwe don't giwve you a free pass on insultin' my things!" Eridan watched as Cronus pouted, fins drooping.
"Alright, fine. It has some flair."
"Really?" Cronus asked, perking up.
"Yeah, it's alright, as far as date sopts go. Though I guess I'm not an expert..."
"Me either, man," Cronus sighed. "I mean, I'm so thoughtful, and I care so much about wvhat other people think and say, and I don't understand wvhy no one vwants me in their quadrants!"
"Tell me about it," Eridan puffed, tapping his pointers together. "I tried draggin' my friend outta a red quadrant by tryin' ta go black wwith him once."
"Yeah?" Cronus asked, cocking his head.
"Yup. Used to think me and her wwere moirails but since I sorta killed her she don't wwant nothin' to do wwith me."
"Poor thing," Cronus frowned. "Captor wwas my palemate for a wvhile but that dumb Pyrope told him I 'vwasn't a good influence'."
"Filthy land-dwwellers," Eridan scowled.
"Tell me about it," Cronus said with a sigh. "But hey this is going vwell."
"It wwas until you brought it up again," Eridan grimaced.
"Oh haha, sorry." He was silent for a moment. "So wvanna pail?"
"Wwhat?!"
"Vwhat wvhat."
"You know 'vvwwhat wwvvhat'!"
"...wvwvvwvwhat?"
"No you-! You can't just ask for that kinda thing outta nowwhere!"
"Wvhy not?" Cronus asked, looking genuinely puzzled.
"You're insufferable," ERidan said, shoving away from the table. "I'm GLAD I didn't turn out like you!"
"Vwhoa, hold on, cat. Maybe I vwas out of line hitting you wvith that so suddenly," he moved to Erdian, running his fingers behind Eridan's fins making him stiffen. "But you ain't gotta run off. Right?"
"I- ooh..." Eridan sighed at the pleasant feeling. "Wwell... maybe not yet..."
"There wve go. Here, sit." Eridan took his seat as Cronus's fingers worked along Eridan's sensitive neck and gills. "Feels good, right?"
"Ooh yeah," Eridan sighed, letting his eyes close. Suddenly, he felt lips on his and his eyes shot open as he jumped back. "Wwha-!?"
"Wvhat? Sorry, sorry, thought vwe had something going," Cronus grinned, scratching the back of his head. Eridan stared dumbfounded before storming out. "Good idea!" Cronus called after him. "Get into something more comfortable for pailing wvhile I clean up!" He closed the door. "Cronus Ampora... you hawve a vway vwith wvords." He grinned and began to prepare.