[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]

...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.