[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]

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.

[caliginous]

[Finally, Karkat moves to take a step back and adjust his suit.]

I still don't work for free.

[chronomancer]

You know who else doesn't? Whores.

[caliginous]

Does that make you just a great big slut then, or am I just unlucky?

[chronomancer]

[Very primly.]

I prefer the word promiscuous.

[Remember the good old days when he used to call you caliginous slut? Yeah, those were the days.]

[caliginous]

I like my definition better, so I'll be sticking with that.

[He picks a bit of chicken out of his teeth again. With his pinky.]

[chronomancer]

Yes, you're very good at that, aren't you?

[Eridan leers again, like it's all a big joke to him. In a way it is. He's spent twenty four sweeps being slavishly devoted to his red quadrants. What other people think he does or doesn't is nothing but a joke.]

[caliginous]

[One eyebrow disappears curiously into his hair. He lets his hand fall from his mouth.]

Duh.

[chronomancer]

But I'm the one that's supposed to be deluded?

[caliginous]

You are deluded. Deluded and a deadweight.

[chronomancer]

Oh, come on, you can do better than that. That was a terrible pun.

[caliginous]

It wasn't a pun, it was the truth.

[chronomancer]

Uh huh.

[Like he believes you.]

[caliginous]

Name one useful thing you've done in the sweeps we've been here, and I'll back off. Cross my blood pusher.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan's smile isn't pretty.]

Look after my quadrants.

[Not that you'd know about that.]