[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

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?

[geometry]

[Equius grunts in affirmation; there definitely has been something tampered with here.]

Yes... but all of them are coming from within the dormitory rooms. I'm not sure whether we should walk in on them at this hour...

[chronomancer]

[He shakes his head.]

With how fucking trigger-happy most people here are? That ain't a good idea. Maybe we should just stalk from the hallway and see how they come out?

[geometry]

Two large and imposing trolls lurking in the darkness and waiting to see the reactions of people who have just had their spatial and temporal surroundings affected on a massive scale. That is a brilliant idea, Eridan.

[...And yet, a second later, he hears a door opening and casually slips into one of those aforementioned darkened hallways.]

[chronomancer]

[Don't mind Eridan laughing soundlessly as he takes a moment to scoot over into Equius' personal space. Shh. Don't mind him. At least he's not getting handsy. Yet.]

[geometry]

[Okay, Ampora, you know that he really doesn't mind if you get into his personal space. But just for this particular circumstance, he does mind if you get into his personal space on the wrong side. So he creeps back further, and puts both hands on the jadeblood's shoulders to steer him in the same direction. Hopefully that physical contact will be enough to placate him... don't want his hands sneaking around for more attention at a time like this.]

[chronomancer]

[Eridan lets Equius manhandle him away into a suitable position, and bites back the snarky commentary if only because they're supposed to be getting shit done here. He'll mention it later though. Of course.]

I'm not sure what we're looking for right now.

[But hey, he's being quiet, it's barely even a whisper.]

[geometry]

Neither am I.

[He stares at the person now walking slowly out of their dormitory room, looking about uncertainly and--wait. What. Was that. Equius blinked a few times.]

...Did that girl just flicker?

[chronomancer]

Huh.

[Eridan squints.]

...did she?

[He squints harder.]

[geometry]

You must have missed it, but I'm sure she...

[Oh.]

[There she goes again.]

[Humans... aren't supposed to flip between 16 and 50 like that, are they.]

[chronomancer]

...okay.

[Eridan lets out a slow breath.]

What the grubfucking hell.

[geometry]

...Well.

We found what we were looking for, at any rate.

[ ... ]

But what does it mean?

[chronomancer]

...I stand by my theory of Jason dumping coffee all over equipment. Because he's that much of a jerkface.

[geometry]

That... may actually be a valid possibility, Eridan.

[He looks away from the girl, who has stopped having a temporal crisis and is now wandering back into her room, and down at Eridan.]

Is there anything else we need here?

[chronomancer]

Here or now?

[Eridan smiles wryly.]

...I think we're good, either way.

[geometry]

Both. [Your shenanigans prove ineffective, monsieur.] Well, in that case, would you be so kind as to take us back to the proper time of day?

[chronomancer]

[Buuh, he's just trying to lighten up the mood.]

Right.

[Let him just shift around to throw an arm around Equius' waist, pressing close to him. And then he flung them forward.]

wow I thought I responded to this

[geometry]

[Aw hell to the yes. Equius didn't press Eridan any closer than he went himself, because if he somehow impacted Eridan's ability to bend time while in that state, it would be... bad. Not that he doesn't mind an extra reason to have Eridan's arm around his waist, of course.]

Thank you.

[And then, a moment later:]

...Christ.