[ sorry, mettaton and company— as soon as the box’s weight taps onto his palm, eren’s remaining fingers snap into a curl much like a predatory plant around it; the arm is given freedom, but the box is now taken by both greedy claws. any words that the puca has spoken are replied to with a now disinterest grunt as he marvels, like a child in a candy store (this will not age well) at the boxed, sleek black knife. his tail returns to him as he also chooses to walk some paces away from them, but just enough to give himself protective space to inspect the new addition to his collection. how lovely a point, the shine, it even looks like its been carefully crafted into one as his talons diligently lift the faux blade from its cell.
the dragon’s tail curl’s around his own ankles, and his possession runs amok in his thoughts. eren allows the object to fall flat on both palms now that he venerates it, touches and licks and creates too much friction for molded chocolate to handle. the blade’s face dents as its turned over eagerly, almost immediately turned over once more when keen reptilian eyes catch the molded spot of his own damn finger.
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the dragon’s tail curl’s around his own ankles, and his possession runs amok in his thoughts. eren allows the object to fall flat on both palms now that he venerates it, touches and licks and creates too much friction for molded chocolate to handle. the blade’s face dents as its turned over eagerly, almost immediately turned over once more when keen reptilian eyes catch the molded spot of his own damn finger.