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[ there was also the difference of someone called jesus but eren couldn’t give enough attention to remember or set aside differences based on that. oh, well. eren holds his hand up in simple gesture of “no thanks”, an odd thing, considering he usually ate a truck’s worth of food on the daily— it’s just another perk of the winter season. metabolism slows, and he feels far less need for spending energy on chewing. besides, he’s more than happy to just relish in the aftertouch still tingling on his horns. all four of them, even when only two had been grabbed. ]

I wanted to see your face when I say I listened to your disk.

[ ah, yes, the infamous eren way of life— straight to the point. no build up or anything just. surprise snipe. ]

For hours.

Edited 2021-01-05 12:53 (UTC)

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[ this was all small talk to stuff a barren elephant in the room (if they were in a room). eren’s tongue tips out, and for a moment he stares hard, squints at the puca as he spoke without actually listening to a single word he said— before unfocused rounded pupils thin back to honed shards. he has been quiet, hasn’t he? he should fix that: ]

Let me see it.

Edited 2021-01-06 21:47 (UTC)

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[ then, he was ready to go. leave this place, this prison, and go somewhere better with a chain attached to his ankle. it's just a cuff, but looking at it— he would otherwise be able to deal with it, but it was the dragon in him. the same way he'd get uneasy with a large presence of water or rainfall, the magical cuff gave him bubbling anxiety. like it shouldn't be there. like it would destroy everything he had.

dramatic at best, which is why he says and expresses little of it, for now. now, it was better that they walked back home. slowly. eren's steps were consistent but sluggish, the emergency first aid he'd received only enough to cap the gaping patch from getting out of control and get him prepared for either more, medicine and rest. to be fair, he should be in the hospital for a few days. eren declines.

so on their way, he holds styx's arm as a crutch, and wonders, with his head down: ]

Are you alright with wounds?

Edited 2021-01-07 16:55 (UTC)

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[ things eren has learned today: neither mikasa or her dog knew how to play (his way). the boot warns his talons even though it doesn’t make him budge. for a moment his hand just hangs there— he leans back in his chair afterward, and tips it to balance on the back legs with a flattened expression looking upward. elsewhere. not even the conversation was flowing and brought more bitterness than something good to talk about— but he’d started that in the first place, hadn’t he? ]

Right.

[ with an acknowledging grunt, the wyvern leaves mikasa in her quiet, in peace. tater, too. maybe some other time, he’ll be better at conversation, and conversation with mikasa no less. he’s looking for some money in his pocket wallet (it’s just a sack) to keep the money for his share ready to pay. fertilizer waits. otherwise, he keeps balancing on his chair. ]

Edited 2021-01-08 13:32 (UTC)

FOR STYX

FOR METTATON

FOR STYX

FOR MIKASA