towerofanimus | [OPEN] How much of it's genetics? How much of it is fate?

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[OPEN] How much of it's genetics? How much of it is fate?

Characters: jade!Eridan & YOU!
Setting: Workshop
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eridan emerges from his self-imposed exile for a while to clean his rifles.
Warnings: Eridan's deadpan. Potential violence if he gets pissed; lots and lots of rifles. Gamzee. Gory, ironic death via Gamzee. Goddammit, Gamzee.

[He started off with one. And then he doomed himself a few times. And well. It wasn't like he could just let them go to waste, when they started piling up.

Laser rifles need a different type of maintenance than the usual kind, but it's still maintenance in the end.

So there's a sullen troll, half hidden behind a pile of guns, carefully cleaning one by one. It's a methodical and repetitive process, but it's not like Eridan seems to mind too terribly. He's just minding his business, but hey. Maybe if you ask very nicely, he'll give you one.

Maybe.]

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I'd rather get hurt than somebody important get hurt.

[...wow. Wow. Way to hit so close to home you're practically sitting in the living room. Eridan pauses a moment before shrugging carefully.]

Everyone's important, though. And that includes you.

Are you sure? I don't think I count.

[She'd be sorry if she knew she was hitting on his buttons.]

[Asking about his ex is hitting his buttons. What you're doing is more along the lines of throwing the chair at the unnamed/unmentioned machine that houses said buttons. Hell, it's throwing a nuke at the city where the building that houses the machine with his buttons exists.]

Everyone.