[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]

[He has absolutely woken Nagzilla. Ze Nagmonster. Arnageddon.]

[Despite this, he actually considers the answer of 'time loops' for a second before deciding, correctly, that it's total bullshit. He decides to add it to his list of citations for the "Eridan Has a Serious Cranial Injury" campaign.]

...Right, right. Time loops.

[chronomancer]

...well, I tried.

[Eridan shrugs sheepishly, following after Equius in a sulk.]

[mutab1e]

[Sighing, Equius chalks it up to another one of the many mysteries surrounding the thought processes of Eridan Ampora, and continues. Eventually, they reach the second floor with only minorly bruised psyches.]

[Equius got an ICE PACK!]

...I'm guessing you would want to go back to your respiteblock, instead of staying here?

[chronomancer]

...I'm rooming with Lalonde, so that would be a very loud fuck no.

[He sighed.]

But this isn't exactly my favorite floor, either, so let's go back and finish what we started. Hopefully there won't be another future jackass lurking about.

[mutab1e]

[Lalonde, that would have to be David. In his opinion, the guy wasn't that intolerable, but since "LMAO what is opinion" he didn't really voice it.]

...Eridan, I know how adept you are at working with one arm occupied, but I really don't think that's a good idea.

[chronomancer]

[That's because you don't engage in strictly platonic blackflirtoffs with the guy. Not that Eridan is aware that's what he's doing.

He sighed.]

I suppose not. Should at least clean up the mess, though.

[mutab1e]

I'll do that.

[It's the only thing he's good for, after all.]

[chronomancer]

You have sewin' to do.

[Eridan shook his head.]

It's not like I'm going to be stabbin' my eyes with needles, I can handle it. An' I need something to do anyway.

[mutab1e]

I finished. [He still doesn't look very convinced at all, but eventually his courage runs out, and he lowers his gaze a little.] ...If you insist.

[chronomancer]

[Aww, but assertive!Equius was cute. :C Oh well. Eridan sighs.]

...then I'll go watch a movie or somethin'.

[Pause.]

Thanks, Eq.

[mutab1e]

[He thinks this over for a second, and then nods. Movies are... better. He would have preferred if Eridan just went and had a lie down, but he has a very intimate understanding of the whole roommates problem, so that'll just have to do.]

[...And then he huffs quietly and puts his hands in his pockets, unintentionally shrinking a few inches by the power of staturebending.] ...Uh, you're welcome.

[chronomancer]

[...stop. Oh god. That's so unfairly pitiful, dang. Eridan can't help but grin a little.]

You're welcome to come along if you absolutely must make sure I'm not doing anything more daring than bitching at the screen.

[mutab1e]

[He kind of glances at the stairs, wondering if they should go claim the fruits of their labor. But in the meantime...]

...Alright.

[chronomancer]

Then lets go gather up the stuff in the workshop, okay?

[mutab1e]

...Yes, let's.

[And once again he waits for Eridan to go first. Even though you've decided to listen to reason, he's keeping an eye on you, Ampora.]

[chronomancer]

[You say that, but we all know you just want to stare at this beautiful denim-clad ass as it goes up the stairs. I'm onto you, Equius. I'm onto you.

Eridan takes a moment to get the rhythm back and then he's going up the stares at a moderately brisk pace. He doesn't say anything, though, because... welp, what is he supposed to say?]

[mutab1e]

[What?! No!]

[Eventually they do make it back to the workshop with... relative ease, and Equius is off like a rocket immediately, sorting everything out and putting it back in whichever place it came from -- even if it was Eridan who moved it, not him. He's pretty efficient when he wants to be.]

[chronomancer]

[Uh huh.

Eridan sort of watches in fascination for a moment, a bit surprised by the flurry of activity, before he shakes his head.]

...that was fast.

[mutab1e]

--What?

[Equius abruptly looks up from what he was doing, having apparently forgotten that Eridan was there. As such, he didn't exactly catch that last bit... but the place looks clean enough that one could eat off of it, so he pushes the last mound of fabric back into place and turns to Eridan again.]

...Um. I guess we're going to the media floor now, right?

[chronomancer]

[Eridan snickered very quietly and shook his head at Equius' abrupt look. He offered a faint grin.]

That's the idea, yeah. C'mon. Let's see if we can find something that doesn't make me froth this time around.

[...like last time.]

[mutab1e]

[HEY, for your information, the Breakfast Club was very innovative for its time!!!!]

...I guess you'll pick what we're watching, then. There's a lesser likelihood of it not being to your liking.