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towerofanimus2012-05-01 03:23 pm
chronomancer) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-01 03:23 pm
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[OPEN][BACKDATED] Stitch me back, one by one!
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.]
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.]
I AM SORRY.
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
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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[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?
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A thimble. It' a piece of metal you put on your finger so you don't prick it.
[He hesitates, then with a small sigh, brings out his trusty Kanji Portable Sewing Kit™ and brings out his own thimble, made for his over-sized hands.]
See? Like this.
[He looks around, and spots some in a small container. Dare he start being an instructor? Well...no hurt in trying, right?]
Get one of those.
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Huh, I didn't know that.
[He looks... pretty sheepish about this, but hey, it's mostly because he's ignorant. Whoops. He puts down the pants for a moment, going over to look for a thimble. Mind, it's a bit of a struggle, 'cause. Claws. But, he'll manage. He pauses.]
...say, er. If you... don't mind me asking, that is.
[Cause, he doesn't want to be a bother or anything.]
Just how many of these do I need?