[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.]

Comments

[firststep]

[Gosh it's not your fault he can't help the telepathy okay 8( Put Eridan pushes him to sit easily enough, since this is gangly albino who was fed via IV for like 5 years of his life. Particularly when he was still growing.]

Urm, it's okay. People think of a lot of scary stuff, sometimes? And there's not a lot to help when I can't turn it off or anything.

[chronomancer]

No offense, but that sounds like it sucks.

[Genuine sympathy. Bask in it.]

[firststep]

[...Well it's not unpleasant but what is he supposed to do this is a little out of the usual for him.]

I've had it for a long time now. You get used to it? Sooner or later, anyway.

[chronomancer]

Oh.

[He nods. He knows the feeling. Can you believe he used to feel squeamish about his own corpses?]

I understand. Oh. I. Uh, I'm Eridan.

[an awkward chuckle.]

Though... you probably knew that, already.

[firststep]

[Well, he can believe it! But only because he can see into Eridan's head, to be honest.]

Maybe. I'm Yori.

[chronomancer]

Have you... been here long?

[aaah, this is confusing. He's making him aware of his thoughts and that's weird.]

[firststep]

Urm, not very. A few weeks?

[chronomancer]

Ah. I've been here a couple months.

[He pauses a moment.]

I'd... say it's not so bad. Except it's probably worse for you, huh.

[firststep]

I dunno about that? I've met some nice people.

[The problem with Yori is that he tends to assume "nice" unless provided with a lot of evidence to to the contrary. Mindreading or not.

Yori isn't a very good telepath, in that sense.]

[chronomancer]

That's true.

[The smile softens just a tad and hey, he's capable of thinking nice things!]

People can be really friendly here.

[firststep]

[Yaaaay nice things \o/!!!]

Are there a lot of trolls around here?

[Because he's starting to notice that.]

[chronomancer]

Apparently, yeah.

[He nods.]

We're not all from the same world, though. Or timeline. It's... complicated.

[firststep]

Huh?...Space and time shenanigans?

[chronomancer]

Pretty much, yeah. The Tower is just weird like that.

[firststep]

Well, I guess it's not too far fetched if you believe in the parallel world theory and such...

[chronomancer]

[Dryly.]

Come back to me after you've had a chat with yourself, literally, and tell me the parallel world theory is not convincing.

[firststep]

Urm, one of your many selves? ...Sorry, I saw that.

[chronomancer]

Ah, no. Well, yes, but I was thinking more of the other one.

[He'll think of him, hard, so you get the idea. Literally.]

There's another Eridan in the Tower. Like, completely different than me, he's even a seadweller instead.

[firststep]

[...Oh, well that's convenient.]

Oh. That kind of parallel universe thing. But I gueds just being brought here means you're gonna have to keep an open mind?

[chronomancer]

And there's no much choice on the matter, no.

[He shrugs.]

It could be worse, I suppose.

[firststep]

...How so?

[chronomancer]

[There is a moment where he tries to stop himself from thinking about walls full of blood and friends full of death and all those horrible things, and he manages to think of flowers instead. But only after a long moment, and then he deadpans.]

You know, I'm trying really hard to not fuck you over, but you're not helping much.

[firststep]

[...Well, he caught that brief glimpse, but he appreciates the flowers, at least.]

Ahaha, sorry. But I'm used to it. Youkai aren't exactly the least morbid people around, either.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan couldn't help but arch an eyebrow.]

Was that a challenge?

[firststep]

More like a statement.