[Mikleo makes a noise of distress as his hair is suddenly attacked. He flails ineffectually, trying to push Eren's hand away, but he's trapped in Eren's hold for those few seconds. Let him cuddle in peace! Jeez! When he's finally free, he drags his hands down his hair to try to smooth it; the damage is done, though, and it's curling however the hell it wants on the back edges especially.
The glare Mikleo gives him is hot but it's not... sharp, exactly, more of an annoyed pout when taken with the pink dusting his cheeks and nose.]
What are you talking about?
[For once, he's the emotionally dumb one. He's been so wrapped up in himself and looking for Sorey that he hasn't been able to separate what's his and what's Eren's. He huffs at that last part, more of a sigh than a scoff. He rubs his sleeve over his eyes to catch any lingering tears; he doesn't want those.]
... Thanks. And... thank you for listening, [he murmurs, not quite meeting Eren's eyes.] Izuku's going to be so upset. I promised I'd introduce them-- they're so much alike.
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The glare Mikleo gives him is hot but it's not... sharp, exactly, more of an annoyed pout when taken with the pink dusting his cheeks and nose.]
What are you talking about?
[For once, he's the emotionally dumb one. He's been so wrapped up in himself and looking for Sorey that he hasn't been able to separate what's his and what's Eren's. He huffs at that last part, more of a sigh than a scoff. He rubs his sleeve over his eyes to catch any lingering tears; he doesn't want those.]
... Thanks. And... thank you for listening, [he murmurs, not quite meeting Eren's eyes.] Izuku's going to be so upset. I promised I'd introduce them-- they're so much alike.