[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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[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?

[firststep]

Oh, no. I'm just curious, is all.

[chronomancer]

[He chuckles a little.]

I'm probably not the best person to try and show you any of this, though. I'm starting to think I'm not really good at it.

[firststep]

Well, you really aren't. I don't think you've really sewn before?

[chronomancer]

...a little.

[Well, a lot, when it comes to patching up things and making sure they don't tear, but not as in making new clothes or anything. Mind, he does have great experience making stitches look fashionable.]

[firststep]

I don't think it looks too bad.

[Yori you're not exactly the best person to judge that either bro. Not when you wear such a hideous jacket.]

[chronomancer]

Well, it's honestly seen better days. That much is true.

[firststep]

I can imagine? ...Zombies probably aren't kind to clothes.

[This probably sounds like a non-sequiter, and Yori probably has no idea that he's slipped up a little.]

[chronomancer]

No, they're--

[Eridan found himself agreeing before something caught up. He blinked and scowled and dismissed the idea all together. It was just a coincidence, right?]

They're really not.

[firststep]

[Totally a coincidence Eridan! It's not like you're talking to a mindreader or anything!!]

Though, I haven't gotten the chance to meet any of the undead yet...

[chronomancer]

[Coincidence or not, you've got him deadpanning. Because when you're Eridan Ampora, deadpanning is the answer to everything.]

Trust me, conversation is not all what's chalked up to be.

[firststep]

[...Well, judging from the stuff he's picked up from your head? Yeaaah.]

Urm, I guess you'd know better.

[chronomancer]

I wouldn't call myself an expert. But then again, I'd slowly back away from whoever calls himself an expert on the undead.

[I'm sorry about the memory of the horde rushing up to the tower? I mean, trolls can be pretty weird-looking but the undead ones are just ghastly.]

If you know what I mean.

[firststep]

[...Cringing a little, he can't help it that looks really nasty.]

Oh, I get that. It's not something anyone really should be an expert in.

[chronomancer]

Exactly. Now rifles, that's a good thing to be an expert in.

[You know what's worse than troll zombies? Troll zombies whose heads explode because BOOM, HEADSHOT. Eridan likes headshots. Eridan is a motherfucking pro at headshots.]

[firststep]

[...Oh.

Oh.

He really didn't need to see that.

Though he has to admit he's pretty good.]

I can see that, yes. Rifles.

[He has no idea how little sense he is making right now when he's sliiightly shaken up and proceeding to start trying to dissociate himself from the thoughts he's getting.]

[chronomancer]

[Eridan arches an eyebrow, because sense, my friend, you're making little.]

Or chainsaws.

[Yeah, chainsaws. And limbs flying. And all the nice things, yes. Enjoy that.]

...you sure you're okay?

[firststep]

[Good job Eridan you've actually managed to make him pale a little BLOCKING THIS ALL OUT NOW --

His voice starts sounding very distant. It's a thing that happens.]

Oh, yes. Chainsaws. Makes sense? Seems kind of unwieldy to use, though.

[chronomancer]

Maybe.

[He's thinking of Kanaya and how there's absolutely nothing "unwieldy" about her or her battle style. It's actually kind of really cool.]

You sure you don't want to sit down? You look kind of... not good.

[firststep]

[...Chainsaw are still pretty scary, bro. At least to him right this moment. He will at least concede it's pretty cool.]

Hm? I'm fine. This is...sorta normal.

[People think of some really scary stuff, sometimes! Or just really weird stuff Yori didn't really want to know.]

[chronomancer]

Really.

[Skeptical Eridan is skeptical. He shrugs.]

Have it your way, but you look like your knees are gonna stop carryin' you any moment now, and honest, this isn't the best floor to lie around like that.

[firststep]

[He can feel your skepticism man 8(]

I'll be okay. ...I'm not really used to seeing that sort of thing, that's all.

[YORI MAKE SENSE WILL YOU.]

[chronomancer]

If you're--

[Wait.]

See?