[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]

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.

[chronomancer]

Heh, fair enough.

[firststep]

You're not a bad person to talk to, all things considered.

[chronomancer]

Thanks.

[He offers a small smirk.]

Neither are you.

[firststep]

...That's nice.

[Okay he's not used to a compliment like that, usually he confuses and weirds people out too much.]

[chronomancer]

Eh, it's true.

[You're chill, man. He arches an eyebrow.]

You're not an asshole and I ain't got to kill you to make sure you keep my secrets to yourself. We're cool.

[firststep]

[Yori is the chillest most of the time. It's what happens when your mind isn't all there for most of the part.]

Ah, well. I guess I have to make up for invading everyone's privacy somehow? ...I'm not really sure if I can be mean.

[chronomancer]

...everyone can be mean. I think.

[firststep]

...I've never really tried. Don't want to, either.

[chronomancer]

Eh, probably a good policy around here.