[OPEN] you tried to keep me warm

[chronomancer]

Characters: Jaderi and YOU!
Setting: Media floor.
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: You know what? Screw this. Eridan is going to watch movies and not go shithive maggots for a change. Yes. This is a thing he's doing. Totally.
Warnings: Eridan going shithive maggots and probably being mildly creepy. Eridan's mouth. Bad musicals. Event stuff, too.

[He should probably let people know he's back. Probably. Probably. Should probably do a lot of things, but he's not really feeling it. He's feeling a lot of things, but that's not the point.

What was the point?

Oh, yeah.

Right.

Watching shitty musicals and singing along and most definitely not doing something stupid. Stupider. Was stupider even a word? It should be. Probably was. Probably should go find the others. Let them know he's okay. Haha. Right. Equius and Jade. Jade and Equius. And the rest too. Sure.

What's he doing here again? Oh right. Musicals. Nice, soothing musicals. Always know where you're standing with a shitty musical, really. Same with a rifle. You're either shooting it or you're getting shot. Either you live or you're dead. Either or. Always, one or the other. Goddammit, life would be so much easier if it were a musical. Worse comes to worst, all you get is a shitty, subpar dance number that no one will ever remember again.  Like that. God, that's a terrible number, and somehow he still remembers the song anyway.

So hey, there's this scrawny, thin boy curled up on a couch with a few blankets, softly singing along the worst musicals known to man. And trying really hard to not do the batshit crazy thing. Because god knows no one needs him to do the batshit crazy thing. Ever. At least he doesn't bite?]

Comments

[chronomancer]

If it's all about ridiculous clothes, I'm surprised you're not prancing around in a certain red ensemble.

[Clearly, he's teasing, though it comes off a little rougher than intended. Though he sobers up quickly enough.]

Shit, it's always something or another, isn't it?

[He offers a humorless smile.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

No moment of peace around here for a hero.

[It was..kind of her typical sarcastic comment, but it was kind of hard to tell if she was actually being sarcastic or not for once?]

No way man, those red jammies are shit. I was hoping the whale'd have eaten them, but nope!

[chronomancer]

[He notices there's something off about her, but he can't put his finger on what exactly. And given that he's not in the best of mental states himself, it's better if he doesn't say anything yet.]

You've kept busy, then.

[Let's not talk. About the whale. Like. Ever. Please.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Don't I always?

[She gestures with one hand and almost sounds a bit boastful.]

[chronomancer]

[Dryly.]

Trolling the shit out 'a any poor moron in the network ain't keeping busy.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

I'll have you know I haven't ventured onto the computer terminals for at least two weeks and running, thank you very much.

[Said in the most matter-of-fact-tone ever.]

[chronomancer]

...did something happen?

[And now he's frowning a little.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

I told you the thing about Rose already, didn't I? [Yep, she's remaining pretty chilled about all of this.]

Dying tends to be a pain in the ass, so there's that. [A shrug.] No big deal, right? I think there're a bunch of monsters creeping around the terminals, but that's none of my business.

[chronomancer]

[Twitch.]

Actually you didn't, so why don't we talk about that for a bit?

[He needs to assess the level of grudge he's gonna be holding from here on.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Really? [Huh. Surprising!]

J-Lal and I woke up and she expects us to solve some stupid bomb puzzle. Then it blew up in his face and both of our necks snapped when I tried to get to the computer.

[chronomancer]

[Well, someone suddenly looks kind of ferally angry at that. That sound he just made? Yeah, that's definitely not a purring kitten kind of sound. It sounds more like tear out their fucking spines and shoves them down their throats kind of sound.

Better do something bro.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[It would've been much easier to try and shoosh him if she wasn't, y'know screwed up in the head. Or missing part of it, for that matter.]

Dude, what's your problem? [Oddly enough, not at all scared or weirded out by the sudden ferallity.]

[chronomancer]

[A deep breath.]

Problem? Who's got a problem? Not me.

[He just has a recently acquired hit-list. That's all!]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

You kiiiinda sound like you have a problem, seeing as you sound like a blood-thirsty jungle cat.

[Seriously Eridan, you're nothing if not incredibly un-subtle with your anger sometimes.]

[chronomancer]

I just remembered there's something I ought to do. That's all.

[At some point, someone's head is going to assplode without warning.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Did you leave the oven on or something? [She's not even buying it, dude.] Usually mental reminders don't come with guttural anger.

[chronomancer]

It's a very unpleasant thing, that's all.

[A shrug.]

Oh well, I'll get to it later.

[And he'll enjoy it thoroughly. Enjoy your smile with extra fangs.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[Staaaaring.]

Whatever man. Just don't go vivisecting anyone just 'cause you missed the candy, alright!

[chronomancer]

Pft. I'm not the vivisecting type.

[He's more the stalk 'em and then blow them heads off.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Fair enough. Since I'm guessing you can't vivisect someone with a bullet.

[#morbid humor!!]

[chronomancer]

[Eridan smiles, still with too many teeth.]

You could with a laser. But I'm not that patient.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[She may be half-crazy, but she still doesn't like your weird, fangy grins.]

And I thought you were supposed to be the responsible one here.

[chronomancer]

...sorta.

[Moirail loyalty versus bloodthirsty urges. Decisions, decisions.]

I'm being responsible and all. So are you, right?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

I'm always responsible, you know that!

[Said with a hand over her chest all prim and proper like.]

[chronomancer]

Exactly. Glad we cleared that out.

[He makes himself focus on her. Right now, standing right here. Because if he doesn't he's going to do something unfortunate and oh, there's already the warbling first notes of a scream in the back of his mind and why is this so hard. It didn't use to be this hard, he's certain, to not... to not be... to not do something he'll regret.]

So what are you doing anyway?