[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

[papshooshing]

There are days where I wonder why I even bothered to actively seek this friendship out.

[chronomancer]

Because someone had to schoolfeed you in proper cinema at some point, d'uh.

[papshooshing]

[ kind of this look, man. like he can concede that some of it is pretty all right. better than what he had originally thought. ]

Proper? Half of that shit belongs in skeevy areas where you have to park in the back to avoid being seen lest your reputation suffers from it.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan laughs.]

You make it sound like I'm making you watch porn, darling.

[LEERING]

Is that a hint?

[papshooshing]

And you're trying to tell me that you don't? Pretty sure that you've snuck some in once or twice.

[ probably more than that but... ]

[chronomancer]

...bad porn is the best comedy and you will not convince me otherwise.

[Huff.]

[papshooshing]

Anything Troll Will Smith does has the best comedic value and you will not convince me otherwise.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan grinned, nudging Karkat with a foot.]

Your crush is showing, sweetheart.

[papshooshing]

It's not a crush! What I have for Troll Will Smith is nothing but the highest form of reverence and respect!

[chronomancer]

Uh huh.

[He totally believes you. Totally.]

[papshooshing]

Eridan, I will punch you in the fucking bulge if you do not remove that gaudy smirk from your face. I will shave those ever waggling eyebrows just to ensure that they cease movement!

[chronomancer]

[Eridan leered. Full on leering, no going back now.]

Kinky.

[Purring out that word didn't help much either.]

[papshooshing]

[ you see this... Eridan I hop you are satisfied because Karkat smacks a horn.

snatches that coat.

and takes off. ]

[chronomancer]

Ow!

[Since he woke up with a migraine today, the horn smacking doesn't really help with that. It certainly stuns him long enough for Karkat to make his escape.]

HEY!

[And off goes Eridan after him.]

[papshooshing]

[ it's not like he had known that.

also hope Eridan is quick on those big feet. Karkat is jumping on the railing to make his escape.

probably will toss the coat into the gym. ]

[chronomancer]

VANTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

[Yes, he's fast on those big feet. DAMMIT. To go for his coat or go for the little shit. Decisions, decisions!]

[papshooshing]

[ that's right. either go for the coat and HOPE that you can find Karkat wherever he runs off to next ( probably one of the floors with a maze or the woods or whatnot ). or go for Karkat and leave the coat to soak in the lovely fragrance of a used gym.

your call. ]

[chronomancer]

[FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. Of course he's gotta go rescue his poor coat. His precious. His precioussssss. Once he's got it back though, he tries to trail after Karkat for maybe two floors before giving up.]

DON'T THINK YOU AIN'T GONNA PAY FOR THIS, VANTAS!

[He's mostly joking. Mostly.]