temporaldecay: lizardlicks: Okay but I remembered that Agness knits and I thought, “How cute w

temporaldecay:lizardlicks:Okay but I remembered that Agness knits and I thought, “How cute would it be if she made some sort of tote thing for the grubs so that they could be carried and passed around easier,” and that’s how this happened.“So let me get this straight,” Eridan croaks, absently cuddling his eggs - oh dear god, that’s never not going to be mildly horrifying, no matter how much you think about it - closer to his chest, “you’re telling me there’s a weird ass blood law that might actually let me argue for a right to not be grievously culled and keep the grubs and basically solve all of our problems?”“You’re a seadweller and you’re oviparous, so yeah.” Agness looks obscenely proud of herself, which is a nice change after the frantic panicking of the past few nights. “It’s one of those dusty weird things the Empress hasn’t bothered to even look at, and I doubt she’d revoke just to personally piss you off.”“The Empress personally hates me, though,” Eridan croaks, huddling a little further into his corner of the block. “Like, a lot.”“Which I don’t doubt you deserve,” Agness snorts, rolling her eyes and utterly ignoring Eridan’s wibbling, “but to actually act on it would make her look petty, which she can’t afford right now. So you’re probably okay, and we’ll probably be okay, and we’ll just have to fake it until we make it. Now someone hug me because you don’t want to know how far down the hopbeast hole I went to find that out and I desperately need some loving.”Given Eridan’s busy with his eggs - seriously - you dutifully open your arms and let her curl up in them, while also politely ignoring the desperate chirring sound coming out of her throat as she gives in and falls back into panic again.—“They look squishable,” you venture, ignoring the way Agness is hiding behind you because Eridan is hissing like a feral thing and he’s actually mildly terrifying when he does that. The comment earns you a snarl and a growl, and you shrug. “I’m not saying I want to squish them, I’m saying the look squishable. So… something should be done about that.”You say something, because you’re not really sure what exactly, but you can’t really afford to lose your cool, when you have two morons to look after.“I’ll knit something,” Agness says, voice a little squeaky, before she squirrels out of the block like the gleeful coward she is.“Well,” you sigh, and purposely ignore the very familiar shape of the grubs’ horns, considering the blood colors are all wrong, “that’s something, I suppose.”—You get a commendation for your performance during the audit final, purely because the examination committee was fucking impressed at the sheer aplomb you displayed, despite the fact you had a colorful knitted bag hanging off a shoulder and three very curious grubs squeaking and poking their little heads out every so often.Agness whines about it for about a week.Eridan just continues to whimper and pretend there’s nothing going on at all while he revises his integrals notes, despite the fact there’s a tealblood grub sitting right between his horns.You start to wonder what’ll happen when they pupate, and then decide you’re not drunk enough to contemplate the possibility. -- source link

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