pickupthatfuckingcan:

Just foolin’ around

chrysogenum:

eri in a tracksuit

reference

for B since he’s sick. 

grenouille-kun:

Eri’s (new?) hoodie design. The flap can tie in front of her face with drawstrings, leading to a tighter pull around the face than with a traditional cut. Technically the colors are orange and blue (Avatar shout out!) but I’m still enamored of purple + magenta.

I pity her for running in this during the sweltering summers. At least it’s a loose fit.

You are 46.

(When did that happen? It feels like just yesterday you were approaching 40. Have you always looked this old?)

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grenouille-kun:

Subway surfer Eri, complete with Flaming Muffin Cult T-shirt.

It felt like a long time since I’ve drawn her and I wanted to define her character design.

Tuesday morning on the highest floor of Stephenson Hall, there was a knock on the door to Mike’s suite. More than a knock. Maybe it was a knock five minutes ago. Now it was more like someone was hammering on the door with his or her fist.
Mike groggily reached for his Weave device. 6:56. He had an hour before his first class still. Who could possibly want to wake him up before seven? He vaguely wondered if he should put on a shirt and cracked the door open.
Lex.
Somehow it wasn’t a surprise.

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grenouille-kun:

I made truffles once. They were sticky and misshapen and actually melted in my locker before I got them to the French class they were for but they did taste really really good.

“When’s your roommate’s birthday?”
Eri was lying on Az’s bed, reading manga on her Weave device and stuffing her face with snacks. It was that kind of afternoon for her, a laze around, feeling mopey kind of afternoon. She looked up at Az’s question confused.
“Isn’t it August 24th like it says on her papers?” Master hacker here should have known that from day one.

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grenouille-kun:

E and D

I did this a while ago, but then I got depressed and thought I couldn’t draw so I left it alone without finishing it.

Sigh. Just keep swimming.

I DIED.

“Um Samantha?” Az waved his hand in front of Kei’s face. The girl stopped staring out of the window and snapped to attention.
“You okay?” They were doing homework in the common room. Kei hadn’t touched her problem set in ten minutes.

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