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As the man started to tug the coat from his body, Uryuu allowed his fingers to search through the bag at his side. Eventually he pulled out a small container and, upon opening it, would reveal a small collection of needles and small spindles with various colors of thread on them. It was more of an… emergency kit. After all, he wouldn’t want to be caught having to deal with some kind of clothing disaster himself.

“A man of your stature really should be more careful about things like this… And there’s really no need for you to remove the coat. I can easily do it while it’s on you. It will only take a moment. Unless you don’t feel you can trust my accuracy.” He muttered before examining the buttons on the jacket. Once more his fingers slipped into his bag, pulling out a small ziplock bag full of buttons. Managing to find a similar one to the ones on his rather large coat.

ubahnn

Curious silver eyes latched onto the younger man’s hands and what they were doing, the collection of colors and gleaming metal within what he pulled out immediately capturing his attention. He carried something like that around? He must reaaaaaally like to sew! He must be really good at it, too, if he has all that stuff. Emmet didn’t really think he’d be able to do something like that: he got pretty sloppy even doing his own tie in the morning.

❝ I am Emmet. It’s just a button. Ingo would have fixed it for me. But you’re nice, so it’s fine! ❞

A man of his stature? His job? Well, he had heard that before...He did admittedly act a bit unprofessional, but it was just one little button. Who needed a button to drive a train? Fingers pause, coat already half off, but then he immediately shrugs it back on at the declaration it was unneeded.

❝ I can trust you. Really trust you. Because you look like you know what you’re doing. ❞

#masterofthethread #uryuu01

hoennite--archive

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hoennite--archive

“Make the train go choo choo!”

It was a simple kind of request, but the sound of the train’s whistle reminded her of her childhood. She would sit by the tracks–not too close–and anticipate the powerful locomotive’s arrival, always waiting for the telltale sign that was its horn.

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❝ You want to hear the whistle? ❞

The request is met with the man’s usual cheery disposition: he sees nothing wrong with it in itself, he can’t lie and say he’s not a fan of the loud bellowing noise that accompanies the locomotive wherever it goes. A finger taps his lips for a moment before he tilts his head.

❝ I know! Do you want to do it? If you keep it a secret! Promise! ❞

#hoennite #may01 #IT'S PERFect thank you!!

icing sugar °

sasscharine

He’d probably get scolded for wasting his money on indulging in his love for all things sugary sweet, but in the end, Emmet rarely if ever learnt his lesson regarding those kinds of things. His face was a well-known one in this place in particular, preference changing most of the time, and he also knew a lot of the faces who worked there by now. There was one in particular he was far more friendly with, though. One who he quite enjoyed seeing.

One who he was perfectly content to wait for as he sated his sweet tooth, nibbling on a chocolate-cream smeared fork as he waited for time to pass. It was only a matter of time now, since he’d since learned her schedule quite closely after quite a long while of visitations. Finally, somebody plops themselves into the seat opposite him, and he quickly pops the silverware out of his mouth and beams.

❝ You’re done! I was waiting for you. Really waiting.❞

#sasscharine #stocking01 #BACK AT IT AGAIN AT KRISPY KREME

doodleblah

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#{ WEISS; }

myownred°

Silver is the pocket watch that flips open and shut slowly, time ticking by in the usual manner. His brother is off: on the train that will soon pull back into the station from the steady loop around the island. For now, he waits on the platform as per usual, smile wide and silver eyes running over those few who wait for their transport to Paralia. Some are familiar, some are not, but that’s simply how things go.

Greetings are exchanged, but little holds his attention for long until his gaze catches onto somebody small and familiar who clambers onto the platform. That is a face he knows very well from numerous trips and talks, her presence a common one at the station due to the many visits she makes to the quieter part of the island. With a wide, stiff stride, he quickly cuts the distance between them, stopping abruptly in front of her and crouching down with an Emmet-esque beaming look of excitement.

❝ Annaaaaa!

I missed you. Yup! How are you? You’re waiting for the train. I know this because I am Emmet. ❞

#myownred #anna01

ubahnn

a’ight let’s do this

like this for a starter from a smiley train conductor! capping at….5 because i hate myself

#there's still 2 spots left!! i'll be getting to these later!

a’ight let’s do this

like this for a starter from a smiley train conductor! capping at....5 because i hate myself

#fates rp ad

is this emmet based on the game emmet or the pokemon special emmet?

Hello, anon! Thank you for asking! I figure I should have specified somewhere, but--

This Emmet is gameverse! Admittedly, I have taken a few minor things from Pokespe I believed would fit with his canon (like his nosiness), but he’s most definitely Gameverse! (•̀ᴗ•́)و

#{ station billboard; }#ooc;#choo choo #Anonymous

spectralusion

ubahnn

“Hmm.. If I return home like this, mother will certainly worry. I suppose there’s no helping it now.”

She’d done her best to hide the bruises on her face, but with little luck. No choice now but to think of an excuse to tell her mother. The least she knew of her after school activities, the better. A sigh of frustration left the young woman’s lips, ignoring the looks that worried passerby’s gave her. She really did look worse for wear.

ubahnn

You could say that being nosy was a bad quality of his, if anything. He tended to stick his nose where it didn’t belong if it struck his interest, regardless of how ‘rude’ people might take it. Really, though, it wasn’t anything but simple curiosity. Such as this, a sight of a bruised face causing the Conductor to halt in his steps and immediately lean into her personal space with a tilted head.

❝ I am Emmet. That looks like it hurts. Did you have an accident? ❞

#lightsovereign #satsuki01

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“…Excuse me. You’re the conductor of the train, correct? I couldn’t help but notice… you’re missing a button on your jacket…”

Such a thing drove him crazy. He hated seeing poorly dressed people stumbling around. Especially when he could fix their clothing with ease. And someone as important as a train conductor? It just simply wouldn’t do. His brow furrowed as he regarded the man through clear lenses, jaw tightening for just a moment. “…Would you mind terribly if I fixed it?”

ubahnn

Emmet is used to being approached for a wide variety of reasons, especially considering his position, but he’s not really expecting somebody to come forward because of his clothes! A silver-eyed blink follows, head tilting downwards so he can get a better look for himself, and what do you know? He’s actually right! One gloved finger pokes at with the button-less hole as he looks up, smile plastered on his face.

❝ I am Emmet. You would like to help me?

That’s verrrrry nice of you! Thank you very much! ❞

Clearly, he doesn’t see the scrutiny as he cheerfully begins to tug off his big white coat.

#masterofthethread #uryuu01 #iT'S PERFECT THANK you

Intro time? Goodness, hello!! My name is rae, and i used to be greed from FMA and sano in the old frw! I’m a young canadian lady, and very excited to finally give emmet a spin! He’s a happy meme, so please treat him well. You can contact me @fearholic if you’d like!! ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

#fates ooc