(open + closed prompts on demand)
Who: eren jaeger + you! (also some closed prompts)
When: august
Where: clothing stores mostly but u can tell me where
What: eren needs new clothes for new armwings, and a good eye for cloaks or ponchos (that’s you 👀). closed quest prompts and others— if you’re interested in a quest or something else i’ll be glad to start it off!! just hmu to plan out what (
liberos or owlie#3609)!
Warnings: n/a will add as needed
YOU LOOK LIKE AN ANGRY LIZARD
[ eren can be found outside of clothing stores, stalls, any of them, all of them, dispatching employees to choose pieces at his own discretion— because he has no clothes.
mostly no clothes! he only dawns with him pants and his new tailored shoes (but only because it rains). any fabric from the waist up is nonexistent, leaving a chizzled back, abdomen and chest spread with black and scarlet scales to freedom. regular shirts have become an imprisonment to the titian membranes that anchor along his ribcage, webbing across the elongations of his elbow and forearm and forming limbs that aren’t dissimilar to a bat’s. it doesn’t restrict much movement, just takes up more space, and requires some getting used to beyond growing pains and stretch sensations where there shouldn’t be.
he’s gotten some suggestions from a young, enthusiastic fashionista that’s attempting to fit some of her homemade pieces onto him every so often. she’s like, thirteen, though. and seems way too excited that someone has (quietly) agreed to model her wild ideas. she’s aware they’re crazy! but that’s the beauty of it! she proclaims. it made her day. she almost cried.
hence eren’s (quiet) compliance. it’s a goddamn kid living her dream and he doesn’t want to be the one to shatter that in her.
you’ll see eren removing the garments and setting them brusquely on top of a mannequin, before coming to you with saturated scales— a telling sign that he’s feeling a pique in his emotions. laces intricately weave onto his horns and how his growing hair is braided into a loose bun . . . it is and isn’t a look for him all at the same time. ]
I just need a cloak.
[ free him. ]
When: august
Where: clothing stores mostly but u can tell me where
What: eren needs new clothes for new armwings, and a good eye for cloaks or ponchos (that’s you 👀). closed quest prompts and others— if you’re interested in a quest or something else i’ll be glad to start it off!! just hmu to plan out what (
Warnings: n/a will add as needed
YOU LOOK LIKE AN ANGRY LIZARD
[ eren can be found outside of clothing stores, stalls, any of them, all of them, dispatching employees to choose pieces at his own discretion— because he has no clothes.
mostly no clothes! he only dawns with him pants and his new tailored shoes (but only because it rains). any fabric from the waist up is nonexistent, leaving a chizzled back, abdomen and chest spread with black and scarlet scales to freedom. regular shirts have become an imprisonment to the titian membranes that anchor along his ribcage, webbing across the elongations of his elbow and forearm and forming limbs that aren’t dissimilar to a bat’s. it doesn’t restrict much movement, just takes up more space, and requires some getting used to beyond growing pains and stretch sensations where there shouldn’t be.
he’s gotten some suggestions from a young, enthusiastic fashionista that’s attempting to fit some of her homemade pieces onto him every so often. she’s like, thirteen, though. and seems way too excited that someone has (quietly) agreed to model her wild ideas. she’s aware they’re crazy! but that’s the beauty of it! she proclaims. it made her day. she almost cried.
hence eren’s (quiet) compliance. it’s a goddamn kid living her dream and he doesn’t want to be the one to shatter that in her.
you’ll see eren removing the garments and setting them brusquely on top of a mannequin, before coming to you with saturated scales— a telling sign that he’s feeling a pique in his emotions. laces intricately weave onto his horns and how his growing hair is braided into a loose bun . . . it is and isn’t a look for him all at the same time. ]
I just need a cloak.
[ free him. ]
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[She's rather quiet for a small amount of time. But then, she's a quiet person- it's not unexpected for her to be pensive, especially after that. Then again, she has no idea of Eren's memory banks which give him such a unique perspective.]
I apologize if my question was intrusive. I was curious, mostly due to the fact that I grew up without a father- without parents.
And literature always seem to make fathers such a big deal. As if they made up their children's world.
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it was only intrusive if eren didn’t want to answer, so that remains settled. no apologies needed because there’s no offense taken on it! although he does listen well as they make their way to the next store. ]
It doesn’t have to be parents. [ because eren, too, did not have them forever, by age ten an orphan. most of what he learned in his adolescence about free will, about choices— he was groomed by his captain. ] People you grew up around is just as important.
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She sighed, and shook her head. Her tail curled the once before swishing, hard enough to accidentally brush him with it, before she forced it to drop. (Not that it would be a hard hit; her tail was still short).]
I don't think I will give those people that significance.
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They're not parents. Nor siblings. But I chose to be with them because I like them.
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That’s what matters. [ there’s the front of the store that they’re about to walk by, and eren double takes at the building’s sign. ] Is this it?
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(She seemed to like dragging him places).]
You've got it. My apologies for being distracted. I think the door should be fine...?
[Else he should just go in sideways. It's fine.]
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yeah. he should be fine.
(he's going in sideways) ]
You don't have to apologize for talking.
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Still, she made a face, even as she watched him shuffle in sideways.]
Not for speaking, but for nearly walking past. Anyway-let's see if we have some of those arm warmers in stock. I'm sure there's a shirt with wing slits in your size.
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Do I really need arm warmers?
[ they’ll wrap around his arm spines too tight, won’t they! ]
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But yes you do. You know how people become more relaxed around us?
By our making the effort to look civilized. So you're getting sleeves.
[Comfortable ones but still.]
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You can’t say I’m not civilized because of sleeves.
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Eren...we all have to do our part to look trustworthy and harmless. Have you watched the other monsters? They do much of the same, covering themselves in breathable materials and ensuring they take care of themselves.
This is a more conservative culture then you may be used to.
[She eyes him for a moment, before adding:]
Or do you not trust me to put you in something you can get out of? Because that'd be stupid.
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[ he trusts you that much!!! but, listen!!! it does make eren sigh more thoughtfully. ]
Appearances won’t do much with what monsters represent here, though.
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[She sighs, and gives his arm a gentle squeeze, moving him over to a stool he can sit on. Usually she uses it to measure larger clients, but it's fine. They might be here for a bit.]
We represent...I don't know what we represent. The wildness under humanity? Some sort of sentimental nonsense that boils down to us being dangerous?
All of us are dangerous. That's why it's important to have morals and ethics.
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Not even morals are dependable. [ it. sucks. it really does! ] What this place needs is time. They’ve already found a solution.
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I know. And we shouldn't have to do it either.
[She'll just squeeze his hand.]
But here we are. Besides-maybe it'll make you feel better about yourself. Like after you've had a bath.
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Then do your worst.
[ he's ready. ]
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I'm planning to.
[She'll walk off, only to bring back various clothing that she things might suit him. She won't even force him into a waist coat or anything fancy- instead she goes what can be used for practical purposes.
While she doesn't have the boots she wants to go with them, she has instead sleeveless shirts, matching sleeveless coats, and pants that can be held up by suspenders. And really she made sure that the cut was breathable, and that if he needs to leap out of it, he could.
And too she has sleeves that have been structured to button onto the shoulder, in different colors.]
I could just tuck you into a waistcoat, but feels too stuffy for you. But...
[She held up a ribbon.]
I want you to wear this. It ties the outfit together.
[She's eyeing him. She dares you to object Eren. DARES YOU.]
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and then she has to come back and play him like that. the clothes are fantastic— look, he’ll put them on and try it all out with no trouble. in fact, they look. they look nice. he’d never be able to do this sort of thing! but there is a ribbon.
what blasphemy is this. ]
Can’t it just be a string?
[ he’s worn ribbons ALL MORNING 😩 ]
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[It's not a ribbon for his hair, it's for his neck! She demonstrates even, tying a simple bow that rests more on her chest then her throat.]
It'd be like this.
[And, a beat:]
I didn't know your scales could change colors.
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fine, he accepts. although he only ties a simple not rather than a bow. the only was he knows how to tie . . . help this man. ]
Depends on how I’m feeling.
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So it's like how sometimes my tail or my wings will show my annoyance or irritation.
Of the two of us, I think I like your scales better. At least you don't hit anyone when you're feeling strongly about one thing or another.
Accidentally I mean.