[OPEN][BACKDATED] Stitch me back, one by one!

[chronomancer]

Characters: Jade!Eridan Ampora, and YOU!
Setting: Floor 15, the workshop.
Format: I'll start with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: In which Eridan pretends he knows how to sew. Spoilers, he doesn't. Backdated to before the Labyrinth event!
Warning: None? I'll add if necessary.

[It's really not that hard, he figures, to use his torn jacket as a pattern and make a new one with some scraps of red fabric lying around. It's just. Cutting fabric and sewing it together. How hard can it be?

Apparently, very hard and not really a project for the uninitiated.

He's left the whole mess on a workbench for now, focusing on patching up his other pair of pants. That, at least, he's relatively used to. It's not the neatest of stitch-work, but at least it'll hold.

At least, he thinks with grim amusement, he has two hands now, to do this. Otherwise it'd be well and truly hopeless.]

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[floreatnoctem]

[Chidori isn't used to seeing anyone else around when she bothers to use the workshop instead of hand-sewing things, so she's surprised to see Eridan there, when she arrives. Her eyes follow his hands, and she shakes her head a little, resisting a 'tsk' at his mending. Those stitches are atrocious, and it's taking everything she has not to move forward and snatch them up to do it for him. Instead she turns her attention to the rest of the work area he's occupying, actually wincing a little at the state of the fabric she can see.

After a moment of perusing the mess, she moves forward, picking up a scrap and then tilting her head down at him, mild curiosity on her face.]

...what is it you were trying to do, exactly?

[To be fair, she likely should have warned him she was there first, but she was used to being able to pop up as she wanted.]

[chronomancer]

[She really should have. Mostly because he's focused enough on what he's doing that he doesn't really notice her until she's close enough it's like she came out of nowhere. He yelps, dropping the mending, reaching for his shovel on reflex.

Which to be honest, it's quite a ridiculous reaction. He knows as much. He has the good graces to look sheepish once the question and the fact she's not a monster register in his brain.]

Sorry.

[Jumpy troll is jumpy. He ducks his head, but he does put the shovel away. Can we... pretend that just didn't happen? Please? Sob. Oh right, question. She asked a question. He blushes in embarrassment.]

Er. A jacket? ...kinda?

[floreatnoctem]

[For her part, Chidori only raises a brow a little at the shovel, despite the fact that at the hostile movement, her weight had shifted in anticipation of having to dodge. She relaxed again when he put it away, and then reached past him to pick up the attempted jacket.]

It's fine. I take it you were attempting a replacement?

[chronomancer]

Kinda.

[He shrugs, eyeing the mess with a little wince.]

Should've gone with the original idea and made the torn one a vest or something.

[Easy as tearing out the other sleeve, right?]

[firststep]

[Yori has been once again busy exploring the Tower! Since it's not like he has much to do around here, and he's already read the books in his trunk at least twice or thrice by now. And sometimes he goes to the workshop to look at all the tools and things, even if nothing looks particularly safe. He's not used to running into someone else when he does go up though, so he's kind of settling in this here corner to watch Eridan.

He's busy ignoring that thought about two hands. The implications are not pleasant.]

[chronomancer]

[You... really want to ignore most of his thoughts. His baseline is morbid, and the more he fingers the old stitches on his pants, the more he has faint memories of the game, monsters, undead and in general all the wondrous ways he's ruined his clothes before.

He spares a moment to curse himself for not harvesting his doomselves' corpses when he had a chance. Could have used having a handful more clothes.]

[firststep]

[It's exactly because they're morbid that Yori is having a very hard time looking away, it's like trainwreck syndrome or something. It's a little scary and fascinating at the same time!]

What are you trying to make?

[A redundant question since he already knows, but. Formalities.]

[chronomancer]

[Formalities are important! They'll save you from having your head smashed with a shovel.]

Oh. I'm... trying to fix my jacket.

[He shrugs a little.]

I'm sorry, where you going to use this spot?

[ocariness]

[ Have a Link.

Said Link has one side of their head bandaged. And kind of frowns at your seams, Jade!Eri. ]

... Well, everyone must start somewhere, I suppose... why not just make an entirely new outfit?

[chronomancer]

[Eridan looks up and offers a wry smile.]

Eh, it's not that bad.

[It is.]

THIS IS A JOB FOR KANJI

[get_bent]

[There is...a really tall (well for human standards, standing at six feel tall) guy watching you. He doesn't seem sure if he should step in or not. What will you do?]

I AM SORRY.

[chronomancer]

[Clearly the only option is to pinch himself with a needle and start swearing at it.

Fuck, he's bad at this.

Also, notice Kanji about the third round of "fuck". He's not a wuss, okay, he pinched right under his claw, shit hurts! Honest!

Yeah, he's blushing a little hopelessly.]

Ah. I'm sorry, am I in the way?

[Please do not mention the needle fail. Please do not mention the needle fail...]

No this is beautiful

[get_bent]

[Great. This is like watching an amateur tripping over and over while attempting to do the marathon....wait was he blushing? Uhh...]

N-nah. I uh..I-i was just watching.

[Wait for it...it just takes more time when it comes to admitting what he can with to older guys.]

You...might do better with a thimble.

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[chronomancer]

Oh.

[It's okay, Kanji, he might look old but he's just a derpy thirteen year old alien with issues and a green blush. Chill, man. He gives Kanji a bit of a confused look that is somewhat lost in translation because, well. Sunglasses.]

A what?

[selenic]

[Estelle is a little more distracted by the fact that Eridan has both arms back than at his terrible sewing attempts, honestly!]

Hello! You look like you're doing much better.

[chronomancer]

Hi!

[He looks genuinely glad to see her.]

Yeah, a little.

[His smile is sincere, at least.]

You look good, too.

[selenic]

Thank you!

[Man, it is definitely a relief to see him smile! Actually, she's not really sure she's seen him genuinely happy before.]

What are you doing?

[chronomancer]

Oh.

[He shrugs.]

Just trying to patch up some of my clothes.

[mamadonna]

[ Dolorosa wasn't there on nearly so kind a business, in fact, she's occupied with a far darker task of fashioning a weapon. But she nonetheless took interest when she noticed Eridan at work.

Leaving her hammer and spear-tip at the anvil, she crosses over for a closer look, but satisfies herself with simply watching a moment before deciding to bother him. ]

[chronomancer]

[Look at this horrible stitch-work, it's like he doesn't know what he's doing!

Which, he doesn't.

His tongue might be peeking out between his teeth as he squints and tries to keep his stitches small. He's really not good at this.

At all.]

[mamadonna]

[ She would be a little embarrassed if she didn't find it so endearing. Nonetheless, she moves in to his side and glances down at his work. ]

Would you begrudge my providing a word of advice?

[chronomancer]

[Jumpy, jumpy! He startles a little, but relaxes after a moment, recognizing her.]

Ah. No, 'a course not.

[He blushes a little, looking away.]

I would... that is, I don't want to take up your time if you're busy, though.

Late tag is late

[mutab1e]

[Equius had his own reason to come up to the workshop, and coincidentally it was much the same as Eridan; making new shirts. Plain black ones. He felt terrible even waiting on it this long, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could go just hiding from the Highblood with the offending symbol still on every shirt he owns. So...]

[His thoughts are derailed as soon as he sees the mangled corpse that could once be called a jacket. And yes, it doesn't take him long to recognize it as Eridan's... and sure enough, when he looks around, there's the jadeblood himself, hunched over something else. He creeps nearer and peers around Eridan's shoulder for a bit, soon developing a frown as he watches Eridan... well... not fail exactly, but...]

...Um.

[SHIT DID HE SAY THAT OUT LOUD. SHIT.]

Boo, you're never late for me. <3

[chronomancer]

[Yeah, you did. He looks up, sunglasses far down his nose that you can see his eyes. He blinks and offers a small, subdued smile.]

Hey, Eq.

[Please, by the love of anything sacred, refrain from asking about his arm. Please.]

Aw. <3

[mutab1e]

[The gods have smiled upon you this day, Eridan. Equius is instead focusing on your little arts and crafts project.]

You... accidentally folded the cloth in, down here. [He walks around and points to an area off the edge of the table.] Did you need a seam ripper...? [He looks around, figuring someone had misplaced it and that was why Eridan overlooked the misplaced seam. ...Yes, that's right. Equius Zahhak, the king of effeminately useful hobbies, can sew now, as well. Technically he's always been able to, but, you know.]