[OPEN] I guess that I don't need that though

[chronomancer]

Characters: [AU1] Eridan Ampora and OPEN!
Setting: Workshop.
Format: Starting with Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Nearly fifty years later and Eridan still sucks at this sewing thing.
Warnings: Heavy handed sexual innuendo, attempts to make your characters uncomfortable, lewd bad jokes, Eridan being as trigger-happy with that gun as ever. Also Eridan being the troll-equivalent of a vampire, so expect him to glow if startled and shamelessly ask if he can bite your characters.

[There's a jadeblood sitting on a workbench, struggling with thread, needle and a really long, red coat. He's grumbling at it, squinting between each stitch and occasionally growling ferally at it. Sunglasses stuck on his hair, which is still black and green, Eridan seems to be slightly absorbed with his task. The short sleeve tshirt he's wearing is not very well suited for the cold, at least not without his coat, but he doesn't seem to mind. He's no longer wearing his sign on it, as it's just plain black with a small detail in yellow lines near the hem. His sign is now on his pants, black as well, stitched in jade along the lower part of his right leg. Shame the whole thing is dirty and slightly stained by blood and things you probably don't want to know the origin of. Rifle is, as always, resting by his side, an easy snatch away.]

Every fuckin' time, I swear...

[He shakes the whole thing in frustration, as he's once again, stabbed the underside of a claw with that needle. You'd think he'd be better at this, given how long he's been here. But nope. Some things just never change.]

Comments

[chronomancer]

Oh, let me have my puns, if nothing else.

[Oh what was that? An expression that almost wasn't a leer? Can't have that, here, have more leering.]

[caliginous]

Now you do puns too? What, is this some new coping method?

[Do you see that eyeroll?]

[chronomancer]

Oh, come the fuck on, Karkat. Time puns have always been my thing. And okay, bulge puns. You're so late to this party not even a timelord could save you, baby.

[caliginous]

[All the smug pretense swaps itself for vague disgust and confusion.]

Did you just fucking call me "baby"? Are you kidding me right now?

[chronomancer]

[Gotcha. Eridan's smile is smug triumph.]

Is something the matter now?

[caliginous]

[Karkat's nose wrinkles.]

You have to have better material than that. Or am I giving you too much credit?

[chronomancer]

I'm a reasonable, measured troll. I don't use a nuke to kill a cockroach.

[caliginous]

That might have been a good comeback, if you had actually gotten anything out of it.

[chronomancer]

I'm not the one that needs "a vested interest" in everything.

[caliginous]

You'd probably be more interesting if you did.

[chronomancer]

Some of us got better shit to do than try and mastermind everything around us, darling. It's called having a life, you might invest some time researching that.

[caliginous]

[Karkat bites back a reply to that, the corner of his jaw twitching slightly. Looks like Eridan found the sore spot. But instead of letting it shine through, Karkat instead just offers that fake little smile.]

My time slots are all spoken for.

[chronomancer]

Not the slots I'm interested in, last I heard.

[caliginous]

Then why are you trying to organize what I do with my time?

[chronomancer]

Because I'm bored and I'm a meddler. Fucked up disasters like you are irresistible to well-intentioned assholes like me, hon.

[caliginous]

I'll take a rain check on your "good intentions".

[Ouch.]

[chronomancer]

[The smile turns dangerous.]

Are you sure you should be doing that? 'cause we can do it without the good intentions.

[caliginous]

If you ask me, there were never any to begin with.

[chronomancer]

[Cheerfully:]

Good thing no one gives a single solitary fuck about what you think, right?

[caliginous]

[Karkat stays quiet for a long moment, as if he were considering what Eridan had said. The jade earns an intense look of searching from him, that multi-pupilled eye boring into his skull.]

Its almost sad, how badly you want to believe that.

[chronomancer]

[Don't tempt him to do gross, violent things to your corpse, Karkat. You know he will.]

It's very fucking cute how you're convinced otherwise.

[caliginous]

[Karkat says nothing to that. He doesn't need to. Eridan just gets to enjoy that considering look like he knows.]

[chronomancer]

[Oooh, are we trading smolders? 'cause Eridan smolders like a pro.]

[caliginous]

[They'll have to enjoy smoldering for a bit until Karkat's attention span forces him to talk.]

Do you have a list of your insecurities you like to consult to ensure I'm familiar with them all?

[chronomancer]

Indexed alphabetically, yeah.