[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

[mamadonna]

Worryingly so, if I can be honest here a moment.

[chronomancer]

[He shrinks a little.]

I call it being realistic.

[But he sounds like he knows you wouldn't approve of that.]

I mean, evidence supports the claim.

[mamadonna]

When all you seek is the evidence which proves your perspective, that will be the one you're more likely to encounter.

[chronomancer]

[He blinks a little. Then smiles wryly.]

'm doin' it again, aren't I. The thing I said I wouldn't do.

[mamadonna]

Perhaps to the slightest degree.

[chronomancer]

...'m tryin'.

[He sounds a little morose. You're asking him to rewire his entire brain, lady. You're lucky he likes you that much.]

[mamadonna]

Which is precisely why I wouldn't press so firmly that you be reoriented so quickly.

You'll notice that you were the one to bring attention to the indiscretion.

[chronomancer]

[He muttered something so quiet it went unheard and colored slightly as he did.]

[mamadonna]

What was that? I didn't hear you.

[chronomancer]

I know you're not being pushy, I just don't want to be a disappointment.

[mamadonna]

[ She bends down to meet his eye level. ]

Then I'll make sure not to be disappointed. It's a large correction this calls for, it won't happen immediately. I'm willing to be patient, but you'll need to allow me to be.

[chronomancer]

[He nodded mutely.]

It's kinda hard.

[mamadonna]

Many things worth the effort will tend to be.

[chronomancer]

...you'd think I'd already know that.

[mamadonna]

You are yet young. There are a multitude of things which you will still have time to learn.

[chronomancer]

[He gave her a look for a moment and averted his eyes.]

...yeah. Of course.

[Not very convincing, that. Mostly because he doesn't believe it.]

I mean shit, time's the one thing I've got, right? Haha.

[Oh god, his soul is dying again, please kindly do not notice.]

[mamadonna]

Eridan.

...You're a very poor liar. Please avoid attempting it again in the future.

[chronomancer]

...it's a skill I haven't used in a while, sorry.

[He shrugs a little. Misdirection, anyone?]

[mamadonna]

Then may you grant me the privilege of foregoing it, and speaking honestly with me regarding your feelings?

[chronomancer]

'm sorry.

[mamadonna]

[ She smiles, laughing lightly. ]

Yes, I believe we'd established that already.

[chronomancer]

[Very quietly asking to disappear, yes.]

...we have, haven't we...

[mamadonna]

It's a topic we may have touched on briefly, on some random and surely distant occasion in the past.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan offered a very thin, tiny smile.]

Thank you.

[mamadonna]

[ Oh, that's it Eridan, now you've done it. She's not even going to say anything, she's just going to bend down and give him a hug. ]