(seems to realize how close they are and where their hands are clasped in solidarity when eren's thumb brushes at skin, ears and cheeks immediately darkening with the burn of blood. oh lord, they'reβΒ oh boy. this really is a date, isn't it. he's on a date with a dragon man a solid foot taller than him, all wings, spines, and scales. swallows thickly, trying to find his chill again.
focus on the words coming out of eren's mouth.)
Then, uh. (out of his fucking element and enjoying the fluttery nervousness in his gut that reminds him he hasn't done something quite this normal in monthsβit's, dare he say it, nice.) Then, yes. Yeah, I'm in.
I was a little freaked out, but that's par for the course here. I think I'm justβΒ well, you know. I've never been in any real danger before, until Aefenglom. It wasn't okay, it really wasn't, though... I should learn how to become okay with it. Does that make sense? I don't know what I'm saying anymore, my neurons have all fired and died and I am still holding your hands.
(oohhhhhhhhh nooooooooo)
God, Jesus Christ, I am the most embarrassing person in any dimension. C-CanβΒ I need a drink.
[ jonas is babbling restlessly and, hello, operator iβd like to a report an emergency: itβs been years since eren hasnβt smiled so much. it doesnβt. cease!!! it doesnβt go away. it just gets all the more softer and courteous and, hand clapping is an addictive thing heβs not really going to stop doing, is he. no. he may not ultimately realize where the excitability comes from until itβs said, and even then his fondness only rises like the thumping in his ears.
βlive a littleβ, they said to him. mikleo, elliot, sokieβ and more. he hasnβt had a sound, normal young adult experience in who knows how long or even never. even if cometflies had been the one to give him the push, the rest? the rest was sought after. he couldnβt say it wasnβt great.
what a life, if he had the freedom to live one like this. ]
βSure.
[ jonas will lose a hand, but only so that he could pour them some extra shots of whiskey. they could cheers to that. ]
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(seems to realize how close they are and where their hands are clasped in solidarity when eren's thumb brushes at skin, ears and cheeks immediately darkening with the burn of blood. oh lord, they'reβΒ oh boy. this really is a date, isn't it. he's on a date with a dragon man a solid foot taller than him, all wings, spines, and scales. swallows thickly, trying to find his chill again.
focus on the words coming out of eren's mouth.)
Then, uh. (out of his fucking element and enjoying the fluttery nervousness in his gut that reminds him he hasn't done something quite this normal in monthsβit's, dare he say it, nice.) Then, yes. Yeah, I'm in.
I was a little freaked out, but that's par for the course here. I think I'm justβΒ well, you know. I've never been in any real danger before, until Aefenglom. It wasn't okay, it really wasn't, though... I should learn how to become okay with it. Does that make sense? I don't know what I'm saying anymore, my neurons have all fired and died and I am still holding your hands.
(oohhhhhhhhh nooooooooo)
God, Jesus Christ, I am the most embarrassing person in any dimension. C-CanβΒ I need a drink.
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βlive a littleβ, they said to him. mikleo, elliot, sokieβ and more. he hasnβt had a sound, normal young adult experience in who knows how long or even never. even if cometflies had been the one to give him the push, the rest? the rest was sought after. he couldnβt say it wasnβt great.
what a life, if he had the freedom to live one like this. ]
βSure.
[ jonas will lose a hand, but only so that he could pour them some extra shots of whiskey. they could cheers to that. ]