This is an independent roleplaying blog for Daisukenojo “Beat” Bito of The World Ends With You series. Low activity and not spoiler free. Will RP in TWEWY, NTWEWY, and KH settings.
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This is an independent roleplaying blog for Daisukenojo “Beat” Bito of The World Ends With You series. Low activity and not spoiler free. Will RP in TWEWY, NTWEWY, and KH settings.
RULES | MUSE INFO | SHIBA BLOG | JOSHUA BLOG
@psychamancy asked: " Come on, stay still. " A gentled dab of a disinfectant wipe against a scrape along his cheekbone – Neku struggling to suppress the smile creeping on his face while Beat fidgeted around from where they sat. He's humming in concentration – wiping away the grime from the scratched skin to keep it clean. It doesn't take too long, what with Neku's nimble hands and quicker work. " There. " He leans back for a moment to admire the work – the scratches now faint and taken care of. Then, he leans right back in – tilting his head to press a kiss against where it hurt. When Neku pulls away, he's smiling warmly. " Feel better? "
“Tch, it stings, yo.” Beat muttered under his breath as Neku pressed the wipe back against the nasty scrape he’d gotten. Luckily, it hadn’t come from a skateboarding accident, or else Beat probably would have been scraped up a whole lot worse. On the other hand, it had come from a brawl outside the local Seven Eleven. Some freak had tried to hit on Rhyme and, well, Beat wasn’t just going to let that happen.
He’d sent the guy packing, but not after taking a hit or two.
Of course, Beat’s almost immediately distracted from it when Neku places a kiss on his cheek. HIs eyes widen and color blossoms across his cheeks. “Uhh...”
“Uh... Yeah.” He’s almost uncharacteristically quiet, relishing in the warm tingle where Neku’s lips were. “Thanks, man?”
extremepath:
“Aw, that won’t do. C’mere.” Joshua scoots closer, sliding his hand into Beat’s palm, “Is this better?”
Mission accomplished. Beat’s grin is wider than ever.
“Heh, nope. Better hold on tight.” He’s gonna give Joshua’s hand a playful squeeze, lacing their fingers together.
“Man, how come my hands is so cold today? Ain’t it summer?”
extremepath:
“Uh oh… Am I due for a throngling?”
“Heh, yeah.” The little words he has is made for by his lively energy. “C’mere, Josh.”
abstractreign:
“Excuse me? Care to repeat that?”
“Was’zat? Your ears ain’t workin’?”
“The throngler...”
heavenshot:
“Comin’ right up,” he hollered, as if he actually knew for certain what this Beat’s preferred order was. His best shot was to brew a cup the way his world’s resident Skater Brain enjoyed it— but it was as good a shot as the worst, for there were no reliable means of predicting the exact differences and similarities between worlds.
Nonetheless, he’d go with it, and luckily Beat wouldn’t have to wait very long— cheeky as he was, Sanae’d already gone through the whole process of starting the espresso machine up and ensuring it was ready to pull proper shots, having made himself a cup when he’d first gotten there some hour ago prior.
As he slid the cup onto the drip tray with one hand, and grabbed for a portafilter with the other, he sensed Beat’s gaze on him. It was then that the youth asked about his previous whereabouts that Sanae learned that his alternate self hadn’t bothered to show up in the Realground yet.
His lip curled.
He then drew in a shallow breath, proceeding with a prompt answer, deft hands moving to pack the grind and pull the shot therefrom. It dawned on him that he’d have to take away Beat’s memory of this encounter altogether, once it was over. All the words he had to say, the thanks he had to give, the encouragement he had to offer— Sanae’d have to pour them all down the drain, and Beat’d be left in the same state as he was before he set foot in the café. Of course, he knew he’d have had to tamper with his memories either way, but he hoped he’d at least get to sneak this one away as one of many with the Hanekoma here.
Man did he want to swing a bat at that guy’s head.
“Imprisoned, basically.” There was no use in being vague, not when Beat wouldn’t remember any of this. “Haven’t been able to come down here— or the UG, until now.” Oh did Sanae hope that only his tone was so acridly bitter.
When it was ready he took the cup, and with his grip and mouth closed tight and quivering, set it down in front of beat. “Believe me when I tell you,” he couldn’t bring himself to meet the latter’s eyes, “I wanted to be down here, more than anything else.” Wanted to keep any of it from happening, just as he did years before, and all the years before then.
Beat has no idea of anything that is going through Hanekoma's head. All he knows is that he's annoyed and pissed that this is the first time he's seen him after all of this time. What happened to the guy who'd looked out for them during the first Game? That's not to say that Beat was thrilled about having to depend on someone like that, but a little back up would have been great! How come Shibuya's supposed Guardian had let that fiery freak run rampant across Shibuya?
The foot of his good leg kicked idly. He needed some way to get this energy out of him or he was gonna go crazy. It wasn't enough to bore holes into him with his eyes as he worked. It was weird being back here, though. The Game may have been years ago, but he could clearly remember sitting right here and eating some of the food that Hanekoma had prepared for him when he'd taken him in for a few days. Of course, it was hard to forget considering the reason why he'd been there.
But Rhyme and Neku were both okay now. It didn't make the bitter feeling go away, but it was a good thing to hold onto when he was feeling this worked up. It was over, it was all over, and yet even this “good thing” felt far away. They'd thought it was over years ago, so...
Beat sits up straighter when Hanekoma answers his question, shock clear in his eyes. Those bad feelings were replaced with confusion in a whiplash. "Wh—"
"Did Joshua do that?" Beat asked, tilting his head to the side just a little. Who else could? He still wasn't certain what the relationship between Joshua and Hanekoma was, but... there'd been something, right? Had Joshua wanted to wack him? He could vaguely remember talking with Neku about it. "They can't arrest y'for the graffiti if you're CAT, right?" It was...unsettling to imagine Hanekoma getting arrested by anyone.
bravewielder:
✧ ✦ ✧ ― Riku had been expecting to arrive in a new world, but instead he found himself in one he’s already visited. He had only been to 3 other worlds at this point. That leaves only four left…
Nothing had changed in this Traverse Town since the last time he was here. At least, not at face value. He had supposedly unlocked the Door to this Sleeping World along with Sora already, but now that he’s back, perhaps there was still something he needed to help sort out.
“ Beat? ” He turns when he hears the other boy heavily jog towards him and regards their disheveled form. Riku notices the concern reflected in the blond’s expression. Is that worry he sees there? Either way, out of respect, Riku opts not to point this out. He knows Beat’s heart was in the right place, even if he was rough around the edges.
“ For the most part, yeah. ” He nods. Him and Sora were still somehow separated. Which, with the help of Joshua, he now pretty much has a vague idea for why that is. He isn’t worried too much about it at the moment though. After all, they were still taking the exam.
But for now they needed to focus on the problem at hand. “ But hang on a minute, slow down. What’s been going on? Tell me what the trouble is. ”
"Reapers. Jus' like always. They never quit!" Beat practically snarled the word. While Riku might not have any idea what they were, it was clear that Beat held nothing but animosity towards them. He glanced around behind his back as if he was checking to make sure that none of those 'Reapers' were watching. Content with not noticing anything out of the ordinary, he looks back at Riku. "They's a bunch a good-fer-nothing murderers, man. They're out to erase us Players an' they ain't gonna stop at nuthin' until we’re gone."
"Wouldn't surprise me none if they went after guys who ain't even in the Game." That was how Neku had gotten into the Game. Beat could recall Neku telling him that at some point or another. But, the memories were foggy and he couldn't recall much about it. Actually, a lot of his memories were like that. When he'd first woken up in Traverse Town, the only thing he'd remembered was a fierce need to get to the side of his sister.
"You ain't seen nobody suspiceous 'round here?" Well, aside from the guy in the black coat, but Beat thought that was too obvious to state. That guy definitely hadn't been a Reaper, even if he did wear a black hoodie like some of them.
catsbiggestfanboy:
“Uhh, yeah. Gimme a sec.” Neku pulled their phone out of their pocket, scrolling through photos until they landed on a fluffy akita wearing a vest, sitting princely. They handed the phone over to Beat. “There’s a few photos in there. You could come meet ‘em if you want. It’s probably a good idea to get him used to you.”
Beat’s eyes soften as he looks upon what can only be the goodest boy that Beat has ever seen. His smile grows as he leans in closer and a small laugh leaves him. “He’s real cute, Phones. I’d love t’ meet’im.”
He really, really would. “You give ‘im lots of treats, right?”
catsbiggestfanboy:
“Um, yeah. I got a dog pretty recently. He’s an assistance dog. His name’s Taiyo. He’s gonna stay with me and help out a lot.”
“That’s cool!” Beat’s enthusiastic hearing that! He loves dogs a lot, so he’s excited to meet this new one. “Do you got a pic or somethin’?”
catncore:
❝ attention, plans an’ accidents- remember not t’ get erased. ❞
“You ain’t the boss a’ me.”
what type of romanticism are you?
deep romanticism.
mindlessly shared space, automatic glances, overwhelming warmth: you're deep romanticism. deep romanticism consists of pure comfort and belonging, the complete intertwining of two souls. it's growing into a shape that fits perfectly in the arms of another, it's asking questions you already know the answer to, just to hear the way they pronounce those words again, it's admiring their face as they sleep pressed against you, admiring the same face you study as they talk about whatever they're fond of that week, yet finding new things to love, even after years of doing so. you're most likely an old and pure soul, and anyone would be so incredibly lucky to have you. just remember that emotional and romantic depth is not the end goal, enjoy your journey rather than focusing on a certain point of achievement along the way. love in uncertainty, sit in unfamiliarity.
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