✦ Has your own interpretation changed from when you first began playing the character?

[ Oh, absolutely! When I first started writing Eric, I had never come into contact with the fandom at all. Really, my roommate/best friend @grellshitei convinced me to watch Kuromyu II with her one day, and I ended up really wanting to write Eric. I had never watched the anime or read the manga at this point. So all the information I had about Kuro, I got through her. 

Now, years later, I think I understand Eric a little better. I’ve certainly researched Scotland and Scots as a language, too. Dialects in Scotland, slang. That kind of thing. I remember reading lots of Scottish poetry at one point for the sake of learning. ]

❀ Share a headcanon you have not shared.

[ I honestly think of Eric as metrosexual. He’s probably the kind of guy that grooms a lot and takes a lot of pride in his appearance (just look at his hair/sparkly tie). ]

[ I guess just the massive romanticization of his character in general. A lot of people say, “Oh, how sweet! He’s wiling to kill for Alan!” But let’s be real guys: Eric didn’t do it for Alan, he did it for himself. Alan asked him to stop. If not for Eric, Alan would have lived longer. I’ve probably said this a million times, but yeah. 

That and the fact that people seem to think that because he’s Scottish he’d speak in Scots 100% of the time. lmao.

That said, I think what makes the Kuro fandom enjoyable is that we all have different interpretations of the same character. While I might have my preferences, I really do enjoy seeing what other people come up with for the same character.  ]

Quite a decent amount of time had passed since Eric last saw his specter friend. Though nothing had changed from the perspective of outside, prying eyes, Eric’s heart had grown weary. The burden of killing for the sake of another was taking its toll on him. He considered it a hefty responsibility – the responsibility of keeping Alan alive. 

“Been keepin’ busy,” he said almost cheerfully, in stark contrast to his truest feelings. “My work’s ne’er done.” For just a moment, he considered Thomas’ transparent body, the way that it bent in the slightest change of light. There was some bright, ethereal quality to his mere presence that only the purest, most innocent souls could carry. His hand itched for his scythe. “An’ I imagine yer no’ up tae much these days, wha’ wi’ th’ state yer in an’ all.”