eridamanpora:

wwell alright

i suppose im in the dream bubbles an im in a memory a my old hivve
somewwhat cerulean huge fuckin ship er
cracked in half an its in the middle a the ocean

John envisioned the place he was described - or, as best he could - and with a deep breath, focused what he called (in a very professional and technical manner, he might add) his ‘zappy-magic-dealie-powers’. There was a loud thrum in his ears and it felt like he was being dissipated into the tiniest particles, floating in the air and shooting off in a thousand directions. Then, reassembled, with a loud ZAP, right where he intended to be.

The whole process took less than a second.

Lowering his hood he hummed quietly to himself, floating and turning in a small circle.

“Eridan?~” Where was his new troll friend? Shrugging his backpack off his shoulders, he opened it to double-check its contents. “I brought the t-shirts! Eridan?” And the paints, too. And some other doodly-type things.