[CLOSED] cause you'll always be the apple of my eye, the everything that I'll always want to be with

[chronomancer]

Characters: The luvdiscs, Eridan Ampora and Jade Strider.
Setting: Jade's dorm, down the stairs and eventually the media room.
Format: Action
Summary: There's waffles in the tower and Eridan is trying to ignore recent deaths - including his own - so he's demanding some attention from his moirail luvdisc.
Warnings: Talk of death, murder, insanity and terribad movies. Also sickening levels of pale loving, including but not limited to: cuddling, snuggling and Eridan purring like a broken plane engine got stuck in his throat.

[Eridan made his way to Jade's room at a slow, measured pace, which was certainly slower than his usual. He looked purposely unhurried, which should have been a warning sign to anyone who knew him and his habit to simply scurry about from one place to another. His eyes looked glassy and slightly unfocused, like there were too many thoughts running through his head at once, which wasn't entirely too far from the truth.

He came to a stop outside the door and knocked.]

Jade? Do you have a moment, hon?

[Because he kind of needs a hug. And by need he means he might implode if he doesn't get one pronto.]

Comments

[reddeadvirtuoso]

W-What?!

[She suddenly gets the feeling she's in trouble.]

[chronomancer]

C'mon, we're going out.

[This is a tone that books no objections. Don't make him manhandle you, Strider, you know he will.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Aw, screw you, man!

[Nope she's not moving from the doorway. She's not leaving! You see she's totally figured it out-- because there are never monsters or anything in the dorms except your roommates. And she is sure as hell not going out to the rest of the tower.]

[chronomancer]

Nuh huh. Be glad I'm taking you down to the media floor, and not just dumping you into the nearest floor with actual sunlight in it. C'mon.

[Last warning...]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[Excuse us did you expect an answer.

Because she basically just shut the door and ran back to her bed to dive under the covers.]

[chronomancer]

[But did you lock it? I bet you didn't lock it. Eridan lets out a sigh and lets himself inside.]

Jade, you're being a wiggler.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[If she was allowed to actually use her time powers she could just go back in time and lock it damnit.

But nope she's just gonna stay lying like a slob under her blanket.]

Fuck you I am a wriggler. This is my stupid baby insect cocoon.

[chronomancer]

Yeah, well, what a coincidence: as the resident jadeblood is my duty to care for wigglers and shit.

[So hey, he's now picking her up, blanket and all. It gives him an advantage, too, 'cause it limits her movements enough.]

So there.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Wha-- hey!!

[This plan has significantly backfired, because she is indeed trying to wiggle out of his grasp, and just kind of ended up flailing around since the blanket was in the way.]

Eri, put me down! I'm not leaving!!

[chronomancer]

Nope.

[He shifts about, trying to get a good enough hold that he can start walking, but he's definitely gonna take her out with him.]

Man up, Strider, this is a luvdisc intervention.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[As things would have it, once they were actually out of her room and moving through the dorm hallways, instead of flailing like an idiot, she shifted to clinging to him as if her life depended on it. Even if she still wanted to get out.]

Fuck your quadrants you piece of shit, put me down--!!

[chronomancer]

No can do, hon.

[He shifts his grip, to secure it more firmly.]

We're gonna have some us time in a pile and you're gonna like it.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

I swear to fucking Jesus I'm gonna drop kick you in the throat!

[Yep she's just gonna angrily shout expletives until you put her down, bro.]

[chronomancer]

[That would be more effective if Eridan didn't find the whole thing adorable as fuck.]

Nah, you won't. I'll let you take a free shot once you've chilled your fucking ass down, though, if it makes you feel better.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[She will end you]

I'll kick you so hard your vocal cords will drop out of your esophagus and land in your ass so the only way you can talk to people is by passing gas.

[Though really at this point she's just trying not to freak out even more about leaving her room like this.]

[chronomancer]

[She can try. He'll start tickling her if necessary. Out of consideration, though, he's taking the lift to the closest floor, so as to avoid having to walk around too much with her in arms like that.]

Sounds legit. I'm glad you've moved on from simple threats to choke me on my scarf. This is progress, Jade, very good.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[And damn try she will.]

I am at least for 14 now you know-- [Oh no. Noooo, no nono brain you weren't pulling the "how the fuck do we do time thing," no you weren't--] I can at least spend my time thinking of ways to inflict interesting bodily harm.

[chronomancer]

Shoosh, no one said otherwise.

[He shifted her weight again.]

And when was the last time you got a chance to actually deliver some?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[She almost scrambled when he shifted her around, both in one last flail to see if she could escape, but instead just going right back to clinging to his shoulder like a desperate cat.]

How the fuck should I know. [She grumbled slightly. The sad truth was she probably hadn't pulled out the ol' rifle in a while.]

[chronomancer]

Yeah, you're still not convincing me that an intervention wasn't a good idea.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Man, so I don't shoot a bird every fuckin' hour anymore. I hardly did before the game started anyway, you douche.

[chronomancer]

So not the point of this little adventure, hon. Notice how we're not heading for a floor to shoot shit in?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Who cares, it doesn't change the fact that it's another tick mark on the long list of reasons why you suck.

[chronomancer]

Well, yeah, but I am definitely the best at sucking, by this point.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Not arguing that one. [For once. H M P H.]