[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

[mutab1e]

Keep trying. [His voice, surprisingly, doesn't seem to be very tense at all. He turns back to his own work, but only gets about thirty seconds in before he looks up again and asks:] ...Do you need help?

[chronomancer]

Ah, it's okay.

[He offers a light shrug.]

I'll manage, and you've... got your own stuff to do.

[He blinks.]

What are you doing, anyway?

[mutab1e]

Um, making shirts.

[He looks down at the mass of fabric. It's not exactly shirt-shaped yet, but he knows how to get it there. However, he doesn't think he wants to tell Eridan why. Not... yet. It will come out eventually, so why bring it up before then?]

[chronomancer]

Oh.

[Eridan looks at the pile of fabric curiously and then at Equius own shirt and frowns.]

...there's a good idea.

[mutab1e]

What, do you... want to make something else instead?

[He looks a bit confused at that comment. Though it's mostly because his mun is a dumbass, no worries.]

[chronomancer]

Ah, I'm...

[There's a long awkward pause as he finds the right verb,]

trying to replace one of my jackets. Since I ruined one with the... arm... incident, and the other one has seen better days.

[But at least he's finally managed to save himself the shame of bloodstains, mostly.]

I still have a couple shirts but I should probably make new ones rather than... use... the ones with... blood.

[Sob, his poor wardrobe, filled with bloodstains.]

[mutab1e]

...Oh, you... oh.

Right.

That would... be... for the best.

[Excuse him as he casually walks into the other room and stabs himself repeatedly with poisonous arrows.]

[...Okay, that's better!]

...Uhm... I'll help you, if you want, after I finish with these.

[chronomancer]

Eh, it's okay, you don't have to.

[He offers a small, wry smile.]

I'll be oka--grubfucking shit.

[Yeah, that'd. Be another needle under his claw. Goddammit.]

[mutab1e]

[O_O]

[That emote, right up there? That is his expression right now.]

Um... could you wait here for a moment?

[He stands up again and starts looking around the room, peering into boxes and under more mounds of fabric, until he finds a few thimbles -- might as well have one on hand for himself. Yeah, he had the same idea as Kanji.]

Here... put this on your finger. It should help, if that's a... recurring problem.

[chronomancer]

[...and Eridan promptly shuts up and looks properly chastised by the look on Equius' face. Smooth, Ampora, smooth. He watches Equius squirrel away, half dreading he'll just run away and never come back, but then he's offering the thimbles and Eridan relaxes a little. Good, one thing he doesn't have to feel guilty about, that's good.]

Yeah.

[He grabs the thimbles with a grateful little smile.]

Thanks, Eq. And... er, sorry about that.

[mutab1e]

You're welcome. [Damn, he almost eases up there, and then--welp.] ....Um. It's fine, really. It just... surprised me, that's all.

[And he sits down, slips on the thimble, and commences sewing again.]

[chronomancer]

Sorry.

[Just for good measure, and then he puts the thimble on and goes back to work himself, trying to find a pattern or something to make sense of the complicated art of sewing.]

[mutab1e]

[...Oh god, yeah, okay, he's done.]

[Literally as soon as Equius finishes off the last stitches, he's stood up and around the table, unable to stand Eridan's mangling of a perfectly good garment.] Here-- um... [Whoops, can't sound like he knows what he's doing. He keeps forgetting that Eridan is still above him. It's harder when they don't speak over Trollian as much.] That stitch you're using... it won't hold up for very long... shall I show you a different one?

[chronomancer]

[Eridan looks up at Equius, blinking behind the sunglasses, before he shrugs.]

Sure, I'd appreciate that.

[He really would, and it's nice to see Equius not cowering about something. Well, for once Eridan's utter ineptitude about pretty much everything ever is paying up. At least a little.]

[mutab1e]

[He nods, kneeling down next to Eridan and pulling up a few pieces of scrap fabric. He babbles a little as he rigs the needle.] ...Obviously these will have to last for a while, so it wouldn't do to have shoddy construction, no... erm. Not saying that yours is... shoddy... but it needs to be stronger than this, I mean, if it's going to last for any extended period of time without ripping to shreds every other week... I've been there, it's really better to do it early... erm.

Okay... here. See, the gaps between your stitches are very large, which means they won't stand up to very much... really, you'd only use this length for holding things together temporarily. Basting, it's called. Really... see, you have to go back around like this... [And off he goes.]

[chronomancer]

[At least Eridan knows better than to agree with Equius about how shoddy his sewing is, that'd only send the poor boy into a ramble about how that's not what he meant, blah, blah, blah. Besides, Equius did know what he was talking about, it was much more interesting to listen to him as he explains. Eridan is a good audience, too, listening attentively.]

...ah, I see. You're right.

[Have a small gratitude smile.]

This one's better.

[mutab1e]

Yes... it's a much better situation, really, because these would have driven you to come back sooner or later to fix them... and I might not be around at that point.

[Oh shit.]

[Was that humor?]

[That was humor.]

[He kind of half-twitches his way into a smile.]

[chronomancer]

[...oh. Oh wow. That. That was actually.

Kinda.

Really.

Fucking.

Cute.]

My poor claws, my god.

[Eridan deadpanned with a smirk, and very quietly admitted he was possibly, maybe, kinda screwed.]

[mutab1e]

[Strangely, the same thought hit Equius at about the same time! (Though it hits him about every thirty seconds, for different reasons, so it's no big thing.) I guess they can be screwed together.]

[Technically what he did right there was chuckle, but it was so rusted from disrepair that it almost sounded a bit more like a choke.] Yes, it starts to ache after a while, doesn't it?

[chronomancer]

Yep, it does.

[He nods slowly, though his smile suddenly turns wry.]

Though, you know, everything does, after enough time, I guess.

[mutab1e]

[The expression snaps cleanly off his face as he looks up at Eridan in confusion, but then seems to understand what he's getting at and looks down again.] ...Maybe.

[chronomancer]

[He looks down at his claws himself, with a little shrug. It's not a shy gesture, per se. More like a little tired. Or maybe like he's letting you see how tired he really is. Either or, it's hard to tell. He's sorry to see the expression go though, because it looked nice on Equius face.]

Thanks. You know, for...

[Putting up with me. He raised his little makeshift sewing disaster.]

I appreciate it.

[mutab1e]

It's not a problem.

[He stares at it for a second. At least it's a marginally lesser sewing disaster.]

I don't have many... useful skills. But you're welcome to them.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan gave Equius a look. Actually, it was more like a Look, with capitals and all, implied as his eyes peeked over the rim of his sunglasses. He usually just sighed irritably and brushed over the self-deprecating remarks.

But then, it kind of... really stung, sometimes. Sometimes he got this melodramatic urges that were so melodramatic even he realized it. He wanted to grab the scrawny yellowblood by the shoulders, raise him up to his face and explain in detail how many times he's fucking died to save his sorry self-deprecating ass, because the fucking game couldn't be won without him.

None of them were useless. None of them. Eridan knew. Eridan wanted to scream. Eridan sighed tiredly and patted the sewing, voice a resigned drawl, because Equius was Equius, and after the... the incident following Nepeta leaving the tower, Eridan knew better than to try and upset the boy.]

Likewise, Eq, likewise.

OH welp there goes my heart

[mutab1e]

[...He dun fucked.]

[That feeling before, that he was kind of really screwed? Yeah, it's back now. Back with a vengeance. Somehow even he managed to understand the intended meaning of the Look, and it felt kind of like a punch in the gut. What had he done this time, though? He... he didn't want to ask, though his face was doing a really good job of doing it for him, along with the predictable punched-in-the-gut reactions.]

[He almost went and apologized for... whatever it was he'd done, but out of a desire to continue keeping his mouth shut, he just stared at Eridan like this for a moment before bowing his head and standing up, intention being to go back to his own work.]

[It didn't really matter what he did, did it? No. There was clearly a jadeblood here, displeased with him. ...Why had it taken him this long to notice that?]