[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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[chronomancer]

Great.

[Mmmm, huuuugs. Now let him nuzzle you a little and perhaps re-start that purring again. You're really gonna want to find somewhere to sit down soon, Equius, or you're gonna end up with a melted puddle of troll against your side.]

[geometry]

[Equius mutters some things under his breath, petting Eridan's head with one hand while leading him along with the other. He knows this situation well, been through it many times before, and it's been a pain in the ass to get the melted Eridan out of his clothes every single time. So casually, walking around as if nothing is wrong and there's no jadeblood that's welded itself to his side, he drags Eridan down a few floors to the elevator, and from the cafeteria up a few floors to the fourth.]

[It was a long way around, but Equius wasn't terribly fond of the dormitory beds, and anything beat having to walk through Floor 44.]

[chronomancer]

[Like Eridan cares where they're going when he's in full clingy, snuggly mode? He follows along, trying not to trip Equius in the process, but as soon as they reach the floor, he nudges Equius into a suitably plush surface so that he can lay on him and continue his duties as purring blanket.]

[geometry]

[A master of subtlety, as usual. Equius lets himself fall, ignoring the couch that groaned a bit under their combined weight, and promptly shifted himself to run longways across the (mercifully long) couch, with Eridan sitting in his lap. The petting turned into rubbing, slow and gentle circles around his temples and scalp.]

[chronomancer]

[Eridan shifts about to get comfortable, sprawled on Equius. The purr shifts tone as he nuzzles into Equius' chest, slowly melting into a nice, warm blanket of jadeblood feels troll.

Yeah, not moving from here in a while. A long, long while. Don't mind him if he falls asleep, either.]