[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]

[...being a piece of shit, as usual. D'uh.

Eridan brushes his lips against Equius' temple, soothing without once brushing the line of actually shooshing him. Outright, anyway.]

Better?

[geometry]

[He finally opens his eyes, looking at the ground and taking deep breaths. Eventually, the wave passes and he gets up again, and Eridan is back to straining his neck just to look his matesprit in the eye.]

Yes. Thank you.

[He dusts off his clothes.]

Let's finish this.

[chronomancer]

Alright.

[Eridan steps back enough to give Equius space to stand comfortably, and stuck his hands into the pockets of his coat.]

So... aside heartfelt death threats upon the asshole responsible for this shit, do you have any insight on this?

[geometry]

Well. [Equius took a few more breaths.] You were certainly right about the chainsaw.

[And then...]

[ ... ]

[ ... ]

Something has definitely been changed. Something quite significant. [Like, you know, the appearances of about half the tower, but he doesn't quite get that yet.] Near the dormitories...?

[chronomancer]

Let's go check them out then, maybe we can see what's wrong there.

[He's grinning a little wryly, because he might just curl up and die for a few hours otherwise.]

[geometry]

[Curling up and dying is a bad thing, Equius' goal is to avoid that.]

Are you sure?

[chronomancer]

[Let him just reach out and hold your hand, Equius.]

No time like the present, right?

[geometry]

[Hand on hip, looking down at Eridan. Are you sure?]

[Sorry, he just has to check sometimes.]

[chronomancer]

...or we can go find somewhere to cuddle until my thinkpan stops melting, but that ain't very productive and we should probably get this shit over and done with ASAP.

[Have a weak little smile.]

Right?

[geometry]

Investigation first, affection second?

[Not letting go of Eridan's hand, either way.]

[chronomancer]

[The grip on Equius' hand tightens a little.]

You have the bestest plans, yes.

[geometry]

I have the best plans.

[And up they go to the dormitory floors. Equius may or may not be strong enough to actually carry Eridan by this point, should the need arise at all.]

[chronomancer]

Same thing.

[He bumps his shoulder against Equius' arm, grinning wryly. Focusing on this mess was a good way to keep him from melting into a puddle of migraine pain.]

[geometry]

Not at all the same thing. Only one is grammatically correct.

[You win a little smile for that, Ampora.]

[chronomancer]

[How can you resist this mess of poor grammar and even worse choices?]

Oh, Equius, oh. Talk proper grammar to me, baby.

[geometry]

[...So, so many bad choices.]

[So he's just going to stop walking halfway up the flight of stairs and Look at you.]

[For a long time.]

Eridan.

You really don't want to get me started on your issues with proper grammar and syntax, sir.

[chronomancer]

...this is true.

[He chuckles.]

Your rants are cute so long as they ain't aimed at me.

I wish I had a pretentious Kankri pose for this tag

[geometry]

They're not intended to be cute.

Ehehehehehehe

[chronomancer]

Well, no.

[Eridan grins cheekily.]

But you can't blame me for find everything you do endearing.

God, the internal dialogue I had with myself regarding Equius' sprite base was something to behold

[geometry]

I can't blame you, no. But I can question your taste in 'endearing' qualities and perhaps judge you a bit for them, that being my default response to most of the things you pull nowadays.

[Zahhak humor. It's an acquired taste.]

that I wish I could have witnessed.

[chronomancer]

[...like everything in this matespritship isn't already an acquired taste.]

Well, someone has to keep providing you with things to judge. I mean, what if you run out?

OH LOOK another great Kankri face opportunity

[geometry]

Well, I would wither up and die, presumably.

[Or revert back into Juvenile Equius. Ugh.]

Equius' lineface would wilt Kanrki pretty quickly, though. I think.

[chronomancer]

And that's not a thing that's allowed to happen, no.

[Have another squeeze of that hand.]

So I'll keep up the good job.

I dunno, Kankri is quite a force to be reckoned with

[geometry]

As you always do.

[He shakes Eridan's arm a little, and coincidentally, they arrive at the top of the Tower not long afterwards. Still holding onto the jadeblood's hand, Equius begins more or less leading him around, peering down hallways which might or might not have working lights on within them.]

Maaaybe.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan follows Equius' lead, peering around to see any physical changes that are notable around the place.]

Any Space-y changes around here?