[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]

[This is. Kinda. Real nice. Make him feel like a wiggler again, but fuck that, it's nice.]

...okay.

[mamadonna]

[ You're telling her. It's been so long since she's had someone so young to mind like this. It's almost nostalgic. ]

There's little need to fuss, I'll always be willing to listen and solve any issue which may arise for you, if you're willing to allow me to do so.

[chronomancer]

But. Why?

[He's so confused, he doesn't deserved this at all. :C]

[mamadonna]

[ Okay, now she'll break the embrace to look him in the eyes, her hands still placed firmly on his shoulders. ]

And why not?

[chronomancer]

[Can't look at him in the eye if he stays staring at the floor.]

...'cause.

[mamadonna]

[ So she moves a hand under his chin to try to encourage it back up. ]

You know that doesn't describe a full reasoning, yes?

[chronomancer]

[Why is this so hard, his own lusus didn't make him feel this awkward. Then again, his lusus let him go around fighting hordes of the undead so. Er.]

...I know.

[mamadonna]

[ Well, Dolorosa talks more and burrows less. ]

And I don't imagine you'd attempt to elaborate, then?

[chronomancer]

...you're going to get mad at me.

[mamadonna]

Do me a favor, Eridan, and instead of withholding in order to spare my assumed reaction, allow me to cater my reaction to best accommodate.

When have I, in the past, displayed anger towards you?

[chronomancer]

[Wiiiiiiiiiincing and secretly trying to make himself very small and insignificant.]

...nevver.

[mamadonna]

Well, there you have it. Now, perhaps you should vocalize the elaboration I requested.

[chronomancer]

[GNNNNNNN, WHY ARE YOU SO MATERNAL AND NICE AND MAKE HIM FEEL SO INADEQUATE ALL THE TIME. SOB.]

...it's just. You said I was young. And. You know. That I had time to grow out of... this.

[He motions with his hands a little hopelessly about "this".]

But... Well.

[mamadonna]

[ She moves a hand to her heart. ]

Forgive me, had I misspoken?

[chronomancer]

No, I am young.

[He gives her a bit of a hopeless look.]

I died young, remember?

[mamadonna]

[ Well, either dead, dying, or wishing he would die, according to what he told her. Her face falls and she gives Eridan another squeeze. ]

Oh, Eridan, my deepest apologies! It was a thoughtless utterance, I hadn't considered the deeper significance...

[chronomancer]

No, it's okay!

[He hugs back, quickly trying to turn the soothing on her.]

It's not your fault, please. It's okay. I... kinda forget, myself. Sometimes. Kinda.

[mamadonna]

Then the fault would lie in my supplying a reminder.

[chronomancer]

But you didn't mean to, so it's okay. I promise.

[mamadonna]

Lack of my intention does not forgive the carelessness. I will attempt to avoid the subject in the future.

PAYBACK IS FAIR. And retroactive. Kinda. Somehow.

[chronomancer]

No, no, it's. It's okay. You don't have to do anything at all, really!

[Shrinking into himself...]

I don't want to inconvenience you in anyway.

[mamadonna]

[ She moves a hand to his shoulder. There will be no shrinking, young man! ]

Eridan, any inconvenience you may possibly present is taken up of my own election. It is a burden I will happily bear.

[chronomancer]

[...god, what do you want, his spine in a silver platter? Keep being nice and he'll gladly take it out himself.]

...if you're sure...

[mamadonna]

[ Nah, she'd rather give him hers. ]

I am indubitably positive.

[chronomancer]

Okay.

[Dolorosa - 1, Eridan - 0. Or maybe that should be Self-esteem - 1, Self-loathing - 0?]