(open + closed prompts on demand)

[usurpers]

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


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[ 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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[halfmoon]

You mean, what about me is new?

[Makoto keeps his eyes on the racks of clothing, looking for any signage that indicated a particular section was monster-friendly. Instead, it looks like they're heading in the direction of the women's section, so he makes a left and cuts through a long aisle of long, flowing skirts.]

I just got here this week. I'm trying to find some clothes for myself, too... all I have is what I'm wearing now, and people are staring.

[More at me than at you, he thinks to himself. Then, on the far wall, is an especially tall rack of garments that reaches close to the ceiling. Maybe those?]

My name is Makoto... nice to meet you.

[usurpers]

[ oh, oh wait that changes everything (maybe just a little snippet). as they go through an aisle of skirts, there’s a shawl that grabs his attention, enough to yank it off the racks as they cut through.

what do you mean these aren’t his size ]

You too— [ he’s talk enough to reach for them. there’s no problem here— he’s just trying to put on the shawl, first. ] You don’t work here?

[halfmoon]

[A hint of a smile plays on Makoto's lips when Eren's question prompts him to look up. Well, he guessed it already. He hopes he'll still let Makoto dress him, though... as his calmness comes back, so does his curiosity.]

Oh - you like that shawl? [He hadn't even seen him pick it out. Makoto reaches up to help him get it on. His hands are much steadier now.] It's a nice color. It matches your... your scales?

[Hopefully, that's the right word. After stretching upwards to tie the shawl around Eren's shoulders, he steps back again.]

[usurpers]

[ you’re being a sly dog, makoto. the fact that he continues with this wee smirk and doesn’t seem to mind is enough of an answer for eren— he smiles as well, and allows the help being offered. he did ask for it in the first place, and, well.

he could’ve just said!! sorry, i don’t work here!! whether he was prompted by fear once they began, it was there no more. ]

Yeah, scales. [ it looks— small! if one were looking to cover most of themselves! the tie is complete, and while it doesn’t get too in the way of his arms (a good thing), it can also be the base of a heat enchantment. ] You like this sort of thing?

[halfmoon]

Not really. I don't care about fashion. Clothes are clothes. I'll wear whatever.

[Despite this, he continues to readjust the shawl around Eren's shoulders. No matter how he positions it, it really is too small. With a soft hum, he starts to untie the knot. Maybe they can find a larger version of this same design. Makoto glances at the large cloak Eren had plucked from the huge clothing racks. Is that the kind of color and fabric he'd prefer? Hmm.]

But... well, for you, I think it looks pretty good. This one's too small, but maybe we can find a bigger one. Try that cloak on.

[usurpers]

[ thank god, someone that thinks like him. he liked that shawl? he liked that shawl. he's going to tell someone to tailor it in his size eventually, but now— now he doesn't mind just getting something for the daily occasion. ]

That's how I've always seen it.

[ . . . which might be pretty clear when he tries a woman's shawl and thinks it'll work. the cloak next, though. plenty better, loose, free around the torso and allowing his arms to move around.

okay? he holds his wing span up for show. ]

Good enough for me.

[halfmoon]

[ Makoto can't help but look at him in amazement as he spreads his arms - wings - to show off the cloak. Or maybe he's just showing off his wings... it's hard to tell. ]

Yeah, it... I think that would work.

[ His hands droop to his sides. Without anything else to do for Eren in this moment, he takes the closest cloak off the rack and swings it around his shoulders. The velvet-like fabric is luxurious and has a sort of shimmery quality to it in the store's mercantile lighting. ]

...What do you think?

[usurpers]

[ he was about to tell you to go get some clothes for yourself, ya sly dog. ]

Now you look more like a Witch. [ a lot more blendable in the setting than those contemporary clothes! there's a hat on one of the models, and he just. plucks it off to put it on makoto instead. ] Did they tell you that when you got here?

[halfmoon]

[ The hat is slightly too big. It sinks down to cover his eyes, halting when it hit the tip of his nose. He grins from underneath it and doesn't bother pushing it up. ]

No. Looks like I'm not a witch. [ Which, he'll be honest, he isn't too hyped about, as Eren is likely able to assume. His grin fades into a more tentative smile and he hugs the cloak around himself. ] I don't know what else they expect us to wear if they want us to blend in, though. Are monsters who haven't turned yet just meant to be stared at?

[usurpers]

[ nah. being a monster is equally tough stuff— but it's natural, in a way, or it's at least natural in the way he treats it. each one with the cross they're able to carry, all that. ]

Monsters have clothes, too. Tailored. [ he's seen it. ] I think I'm just a little bland on choices.

[halfmoon]

Oh.

[ He should be shopping for monster clothes, then, not stuff associated with witches. After placing the hat back on the mannequin's head, he looks up at Eren. ]

Does this store sell monster clothes? [ pause. ] I don't know what I am yet, but I've narrowed it down to a couple things. I could probably find something...?