GattoDesigner

Indie TWEWY Eri blog

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Indie Eri from The World Ends With You and Neo TWEWY Written by Sunny

This blog is not spoiler free

(promo made by @akashicmuses)

[gattodesigner]

OOC: popping back from the abyss of adulting responsibilities. Sorry I've been so absent. I'm working on getting my place up to be a space where I can actually do fun things again. I'll be back soon. Thanks for being patient with me guys <3

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shibuyacrossed​:

Eri’s own awkwardness helped ease Neku’s own, if only just a bit. Maybe it wasn’t just him. Maybe this was awkward for both of them. He’d been worrying all this time how weird this was going to be for him, that he hadn’t stopped to consider that this was probably pretty weird for Eri, too. It must have been weird to hear your best friend talk about someone so much for three years without seeing them even once. He let out a small laugh, still a bit anxious, but the little smile that found itself on his face was considerably more genuine this time around.

“I can only imagine. I don’t think I’d be able to handle running an entire business at our age. Hell, I can barely handle working part-time at Hachiko Cafe.” He shrugged. “I usually see Shiki when I stop by, yeah, but I mostly came to check for any new items. I guess you could say I’m kind of a fan-” He gestured loosely to the Gatto Nero branded overcoat that he was wearing- that he was almost always wearing nowadays. Seriously he almost never took this thing off.

“Oh, it’s not too bad. My parents help and I’ve got Shiki!” Well, that wasn’t exactly true. Eri was definitely overwhelmed, but she wasn’t going to say that. She had to look like she was completely put together or noone would take her seriously.

Eri was happy to change the subject though. Showing off the new items was definitely something she could help with. Eri knew all the new pieces, even if she didn’t know exactly where. Her designer brain fired up, looking Neku over to see what new item(s) would fit him best.

Eri had definitely noticed that he wore one of their pieces, but hadn't taken a good and proper look until now. It suited him amazingly. It was like the jacket was made for him. The realization made her light up, bright eyes and big smile. It was like that one girl she noticed around the city sometimes, wearing the Mr. Mew hoodie. “That jacket suits you perfectly. I don’t know if it could ever be out of style for you.”

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@akashicmuses​ liked for a starter

This wasn’t the “life” Eri expected. After struggling for what felt like months, she gave in and asked to become a reaper. It was clear that she’d never get enough points to come back to life. 

It wasn’t like she had all too much to come back to. A crappy clerk job and an empty flat? More disappointed calls from her parents? Friends who came and went and never really got close to her? Why did she keep fighting for an empty life?

So, here she was, a reaper, trying to sleep so she just wouldn’t have to deal with her choices. Eri’s dreams that night became just dark voids that she existed in.

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lostprotag​:

The moment Eri showed an interest in being around him, he’d known she would ask this.  He just wasn’t sure how soon she’d want to.  And to her credit, they’d seen each other a few times before she did.

“…if you’re worried about Shiki, she knows what happened to me.  I don’t think it’s something you’d care about, though.”

"Excuse me? You think I wouldn't care?" Eri snapped at him. "My best friend religiously went to just stand at Hatchiko statue for 3 years, waiting for you, only to come back disappointed every. Single. Time. And you think I just won't care when you suddenly show up again?"

Eri took a deep breath, calming herself down. Getting angry at him wasn't going to help. "I'm not going to just let something like this go, Neku. I care too much."

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kingsmedley​:

Joshua looked up at her. He’d seen this girl before… probably. He didn’t pay much attention to his schoolmates–there was no point to it, after all. Though, if she was making the effort of trying to talk to him, he could at least humor her. See how long she’d last.

“Eri, hm?” He giggled, letting his head tilt to the side as he snapped his notebook shut, a loud smack of pages that would have annoyed him had anyone else caused it. “And whatever brings you over here? Don’t you have any friends to go with you?”

The loud smack of the notebook made Eri flinch. No wonder this jerk was alone all the time. Could he try to be more rude?

"You don't have to be an ass, you know?" She's crossed her arms and huffed. "I was trying to make a new friend. So, do you want to go or not?"

She would stay strong. Eri knew that sometimes people lashed out when they were lonely or sad. It wasn't often, but Shiki did too. And Eri knew that the best way to help was to be a friend. Maybe this wasn't what her, still not introduced (hmph), classmate was dealing with, but she was still going to try.

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@lostprotag​ liked for a starter

As Shiki’s best friend, Eri had to do her best to protect her. It kept rubbing her the wrong way that Neku just up and disappeared for 3 whole years. She never heard any explanation for it either. Shiki just excused it, but Eri wasn’t going to let it go.

“So, what the hell actually happened that made you, just, be gone for 3 years?”

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@kingsmedley​​ liked for a starter

Eri was finally leaving school for the day. Don’t get her wrong, she loves her extracurriculars, but sometimes it’s just too much. Ugh.

Chores were waiting for her at home though. She definitely didn’t want to go from working to working again, so here she was, wandering the school hallways.

Movement caught her eye and she looked in what was supposed to be an empty classroom. It was the weird kid. He was writing in a notebook. Probably homework. That was also something she had to do when she got home. Ew. He probably wanted a distraction too.

She cleared her throat lightly to catch his attention and gave him a friendly smile. “Um, I’m Koike, Eri, but Eri’s just fine! Do you want to head to the mall so we can avoid going to our homes?”

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Starter call!!

[the-composer]

ADHD roleplayers, please reblog.

the struggle’s real and i need assurance i’m not alone.

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@lostprotag​

"Not sure I actually want to know, to be honest."

“Okay, but, now that the shock’s worn off, like, I want to know the story.”

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“What did I just walk into?”

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ooc: I made a verses page!

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abstractreign​:

Rather swimmingly, she took the bait. Formalities were rushed through, and there was a glint in her eyes that signaled to him that, in a matter of seconds, she already had just the perfect outfit for him, for his supposed date.

He tried to follow her gaze with his own, but it broke away, and wandered off towards the throngs of other customers instead.

“I think this’ll be perfect for this weekend’s mixer! Oh. No, wait, this one!”

“Maybe if I rock this out on the streets, I’ll finally get noticed by a scout or asked to have my pic taken… oh. The line to the fitting room’s so long….”

“Not sure if this’ll fit me— what, ask the staff? There’s barely anyone to ask….”

Yet more dresses clumsily returned to the racks, shirts and pants laying around unfurled. Such a burden of success. Such a major headache.

None of it was his concern, though. (Right?)

Or perhaps it was. Kind of. Joshua would’ve preferred to keep her attention on him, and with a slew of other matters, other customers to attend to— well, that was a tricky thing to do, wasn’t it?

With a quick squint of his eyes, some scattered Mew print shirts behind Eri blinked into neat and appropriately sorted piles. He Imprinted on the folks nearby as well, with words like “courtesy” and ideas like “this spot was all fixed up when you got here”.

It took a second for him to register the fact that Eri had asked him a question, and another to register the question itself.

Skirts, huh? “Oh, I’m fine with them.” He knew damn well he looked too good in them — well, in anything, really, but that was beside the point — to not be fine with them, conventional views on clothing and gender be damned.

“What’d you have in mind?” He pressed his hand to his chest and leaned forward a bit, towards her. “I’m counting on you, you know. I’ve had a huge crush on this girl since middle school, and it took all of my guts to even confess my sincerest feelings.”

His fingers curled, as if almost clutching at his chest, now. “She’s always said that cute, pretty guys were more her thing… so I’m really hoping to play up my charms, here.”

Sure, he really didn’t need to add in such detail at all; lying was easier the less specific you were. But he wasn’t counting on Eri even so much as remembering him after this encounter, so why not further indulge himself in this funny little act he had going?

The story he told was a familiar one. Eri knew the fears and anxieties around dating and relationships, even if she hadn’t had many in her own past. She couldn’t help but think he was exaggerating, though. That smile was just a little too overplayed.

But, this customer’s story wasn’t something she had time to figure out. She was short staffed today and things needed to get done.

“I’ll be back in a second.” Eri said, quickly walked to the nearby racks of clothing. Shiki was always the one who could eye sizing out better than Eri could, but she did her best. She made note of which sizes were in stock in case she needed to get a different size for him, then picked up what she needed.

As she was walking back, she noticed that the store didn’t look quite so hectic as it was a moment ago. The shelves were neater and even the fitting room lines were more orderly and shorter. Eri let out a sigh of relief and some of the tension left her shoulders. Oh, thank god. Her staff could only handle so much.

”Try this on.” The designer handed him a yellow, off-the-shoulder top with an asymmetrical hem and a pink denim skirt. The outfit was simple and and brightly colored. Yellow was definitely going to be a good color on him and with the pink accenting it, it would look great on him.

While the customer was in the fitting room, she’d grab the other outfit.

[sandcvstles]

five-word sentences.

“ please just let me forget. ”

“ c'mon try to guess what. ”

“ just leave me alone already. ”

“ no, i’m not going to. ”

“ you can’t change my mind. ”

“ my mind is made up. ”

“ i’m not gonna let you. ”

“ don’t do that to me. ”

“ think about what you’re doing. ”

“ why aren’t you listening now? ”

“ i want to sleep forever. ”

“ you need to leave now. ”

“ i’ll always have your back. ”

“ now there’s no going back. ”

“ the view really is spectacular. ”

“ i didn’t think you’d care. ”

“ why can’t you trust me? ”

“ don’t even bother with clothes. ”

“ i don’t love you anymore. ”

“ i am a great person. ”

“ you are a tolerable drunk. ”

“ exactly, why are you awake? ”

“ i’m gonna ignore you now. ”

“ how is that not hilarious? ”

“ please just calm down now. ” 

“ i was already calm, asshole. ”

“ i can see your underwear. ”

“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”

“ please stop losing your temper. ”

“ you can cry if needed. ”

“ you have to run away. ”

“ i just wanna be yours. ”

“ ashes, we all fall down. ”

“ i’m hoping you’ll understand me. ”

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extremepath​:

It wasn’t until said papers were thrown that Neku noticed Eri was there at all. It was equal parts due to the fact that he just wasn’t looking and because his attention was just narrowed down to one thing. Breakfast. But deciding what that was going to be was abandoned for helping Eri pick up the papers she’d scattered across the floor, after the surprise of seeing her actually wears off a little, of course, and Neku takes the time to start grabbing the few that had drifted a fair distance from her table ( he doesn’t dare to examine their contents ).

Neku holds out the papers for Eri to take, speaking up gently to try and not startle her, “Hey, you okay?” It was more an offer to listen than anything, it isn’t at all in question that she’s stressed, in fact; it’s clear as day. He does overthink this a little in just these few seconds after he asks, though, leaving him unsure he can actually do anything to help to begin with, or if he’ll be able to tell her anything that will reassure her, but he isn’t going to ignore her even so.

He spoke up and Eri flinched. She felt like such a child, throwing an absolute tantrum and then being asked if she was okay like she was unstable. 

It took a few moments for Eri to unfreeze. She let out a long breath and responded, “I’m fine. I’m sorry for disturbing you.” 

Finally, she looked up to see the person who was helping her clean up her mess and it was... Neku? That made everything worse. Oh, that was soooooo much worse. Neku knew her. She threw a fit in front of someone she knew and someone who was a close friend of Shiki’s and he was probably going to tell her now that she was losing it and she’d have to explain everything that was getting so hard on her end of the business when Shiki had enough to deal with with her own side of the business. She didn’t want to seem like she couldn’t handle it. Eri knew she could handle it, but this was just really bad timing and why did Neku, of all people, have to be here to witness it.

The panic showed in her eyes for just a moment as her face drained in color. Then, she put her people-pleasing/damage control mask back on, though her face was still pale. Eri smiled at him. “Thanks for helping pick up my mess. I... let me buy you a coffee to make up for it.”

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purificr​:

new to shibuya? “ you could say that. ” they’ve been in shibuya for a little while now—almost a couple of years, but that’s not here or there to someone who hasn’t been human in decades—but taking into account how they’ve spent most of that time not interacting with the lower planes, hazuki would consider themself new in the area. “ am i that unfashionable? or is it just that obvious that i’m out of my element here? ”

“ i take it you’re one of the locals, then? ” obviously—her soul is as shibuya as it gets.

“Your fashion isn’t all too bad. And that’s coming from a fashion designer! It’s a little monochromatic, but it works. I may not know you very well, but it seems like it’s your own personal flare.” Eri definitely wouldn’t say they were unfashionable. Their fashion wasn’t the most up to date, but most people didn’t pay that close attention, even in Shibuya.

“Yes! I’m a local. That’s actually my shop, right over there.” She pointed in the direction of the shop, but because there were so many people, it wasn’t very clear which of the stores she was talking about. “It’s called Gatto Nero! And it’s one of the most popular, up and coming brands in Japan!” she boasted with pride. She didn’t mean to sound arrogant, but she was just genuinely happy at how far Shiki and she had gotten in so little time.

“Ah, I got ahead of myself. My name’s Koike, Eri, but please just call me Eri.”