[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.]

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[papshooshing]

[ besides his ancestor, how many of Karkat's friends aren't deranged? nearly all of them, that's what. he rolls is eyes and comes over. sticking his nose where it probably doesn't belong. well... someone has to inspect Eridan's work. that person might as well be him. ]

You have about as much charm as an electric eel. Now what are you fucking up this time?

[chronomancer]

A very sexy electric eel, you mean.

[Yeah, he's leering. And holding his sewing away from Karkat.]

[papshooshing]

You're lucky I'm used to this shit or I'd pop you one in the mouth for keeping it up.

Now hand it over.

[chronomancer]

Oh, Karkat, now I have to ask what else you'd like to pop in my mouth.

[Wiggle wiggle, go the eyebrows. Also, reluctantly offering his sewing.]

[papshooshing]

You've got a matesprit or do I need to remind you of that fact.

[ and there Karkat sets to work. undoing all of the screwed up stitches. setting them right. then handing it back to Eridan. ]

You know... Someone who claims to have such deft fucking hands should be able to manage some simple stitching.

[chronomancer]

[He sticks his tongue out again.]

You're such a fucking killjoy.

[Bringing up his matesprit is a sure way to kill off his teasing train of thought. Karkat is of the select few that can do it and also not trigger Eridan's murderous side in the process, though. So the end result is Eridan half chastised, half sullen about his aborted teasing session. Bluh. At least no one's died.]

I have extremely deft hands and fingers.

[Let him just wiggle those at you.]

I just don't have a fucking pact with the undead or something. I mean, fucking sewing, Kar. It's arcane majicks of old.

[papshooshing]

You fucking adore me, shut up.

[ and Karkat very much appreciates it that he can get away with these antics. Karkat also does the mature think and stick out his tongue right back. ]

Now you just look like a horrorterror.

[ see how much he really fears you? yeah... like not at all. ]

Anyway. There's nothing magical to it. You probably over think it. I mean.. I can do it.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan laughs at that because, yeah, he kind of does. Stupid, nubbyhorned mutant of cute. It's fucking impossible to not like Karkat.]

Well, someone here has to think.

[He croons at Karkat, laughter still in the back of his throat.]

Though we're pretty grubfucking doomed, if I'm the one that outta compensate the thinking scales.

[papshooshing]

Could be worse. Could be Gamzee on those metaphorical scales.

[ Karkat loves his moirail with all of the paleness his heart can muster. but his moirail is psychotic. ]

Why do you keep trying this anyway?

[chronomancer]

Half because it keeps me busy and lets me be petty if I want to, half because Eq's got better shit to do than patch up all the new, creative tears I get in my clothes on a daily basis.

[There's a pause, as if he resents the moment of annoying self-awareness.]

Also because Equius will nag.

[papshooshing]

As well as he fucking should. I swear I'm friends with every insane grubfucker this tower has to offer.

[chronomancer]

We love you, Kar~

[Eridan laughs.]

And you love us. We make you look sane without even trying, little man.

[papshooshing]

I know you didn't just take a jab at my height.

[chronomancer]

I'd never dare.

[He always dares.]

[papshooshing]

Sure you wouldn't.

[ no, seriously. Karkat is pretty sensitive about the height issue. 8(

at least it's nice to know that he can probably beat Eridan in some sort of hand to hand strife. ]

[chronomancer]

[Of course Karkat would win on any fight against Eridan. For one thing, because Eridan knows damn better than to even try to raise a hand against the guy.]

C'mon, nubbyhorns, don't give me that look.

[He leers a little.]

Could give me a snack, though, if you're in the mood.

[papshooshing]

[ which is not fair at all and Karkat still isn't able to get Gamzee to stop threatening people on his behalf from time to time. 8| ]

Like what.

[ not being baited by that innuendo. then it dawns on him and he rolls his eyes. ]

Let me think about that. No.

[chronomancer]

[To be fair, in Eridan's case it has less to do with Gamzee threatening so much as asking. He doesn't find Gamzee all that threatening or scary anyway.]

But I'm hungry.

[Let him whine, then. He knows you love whining.]

[papshooshing]

My blood's off limits. I need that shit in me, thank you very fucking much.

[chronomancer]

Aww, c'mon, Kar. Just a sip.

[papshooshing]

And go back to wearing turtlenecks for a few days?

You're hilarious.

[chronomancer]

Doesn't have to be the neck...

[He's doing the puppy eyes, c'mon.]

[papshooshing]

Like the arm or a leg is any better!?

[chronomancer]

Easier to cover, at least~

[papshooshing]

Wow. Does "no" mean nothing to you?