[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

[chronomancer]

Okay.

[Eridan hovers for a moment, before sitting down and watching her work. That's how you learn, right? Being quiet and paying attention?]

[floreatnoctem]

[Maybe in most other things- but sewing is a little more hands-on than that. Chidori pauses in working with the fabric to peer at him, eyes narrowing slightly.]

...I can take a guess, but I will need your measurements before I begin working on the pattern properly.

[chronomancer]

Oh.

[Pause.]

Oh. Yeah. I'll... go look for some measuring tape. Hang on.

[floreatnoctem]

Mmmhmm...

[In the meanwhile, she'll be examining the remains of that jacket to see just how. That's even supposed to... work...]

[chronomancer]

[He will go off do that and let you figure out how his jacket of sweet awesomeness works. It's got +50 cool douchebaggery. The measuring tape takes considerably longer to locate, for some reason, but he eventually returns with it, offering it to her.]

Here we go.

[floreatnoctem]

Good.

[She takes it and stands, turning to face him and pursing her lips thoughtfully.]

Stand up straight, arms out... and try not to move.

[chronomancer]

...okay.

[He does as told, only after a moment of hesitation. Hopefully, she'll be quick about this? Maybe? Oh god, he hopes so.]

[floreatnoctem]

[Quick? And mess up? No sir, not this girl. Chidori takes her time measuring and jotting the numbers down in a corner of a page of her sketchbook, careful and precise.

Honestly, it's not like she's going to take forever though.]

...there. I should be able to manage it now.

[chronomancer]

[He rolls his shoulders once she's done, a bit glad to be able to move, and instead peers at her curiously.]

Can you tell what I messed up before?

[Aside everything.]

[floreatnoctem]

I am... not quite sure.

[Which says a lot for how you managed to mess up if Chidori can't figure it out.]

But I can manage this, with enough time.

[And between experiments, all she has is time.]

[chronomancer]

[Whoops? Eridan nods.]

Ah, I see.

[He offers a small, though sincere smile.]

Thank you.

[floreatnoctem]

[Chidori doesn't smile back, if only because the things that actually do make her smile are few and far between. Instead she just nods, and then scoots over a little on the bench, tilting her head at it meaningfully.]

If you'd like to learn properly, it would be good for you to stick around.

[chronomancer]

I'd like that, only...

[He's not used to people allowing him to watch them work. Hi, Aradia.]

I thought you wouldn't want me hovering about.