[ eridan knows that orphan pain!! if it helps hannibal's fambly angst any, he's also wearing a very mischa amount of purple. like, it's purple purple purple all in your face with this little shit. even the very gauche newspaper print shirt he's wearing has purple accents to it.

at any rate!! he's shrugging at that barista talk - because wow, what a lame pacifistic doctor thing to say, this guy is probably dull and domestic all the time, wow - but orphaning talk, goddamn he loves orphans.

or just making orphans. same difference. ]

We got enough to spare - had, whatewer. Nobody's gonna miss a couple hundred dirtscrapers. [ look how proud he is of this, smirking to himself like the little shit he is. eridan shifts his weight from one foot to the other idly. ] I mean, considerin' that's the sorta business my ancestor - Orphaner Dualscar - got famous for, killin' folks' parents is practically swimmin' in my kickass purple blood to begin with.