[ a hum! or, rather, sounds more like a grunt that says “oh! makes sense!” never mind that he is slowly, but surely, melting in his hands, with the slight weight elliot might feel getting pushed into his palms. eren rolls his shoulders, and drops his head back. only a few more knots left.
he huffs out the quiet beginnings of a laugh, though. it’s not at him! ]
I don’t mind my hair anymore. I used to cut it. [ but now it’s free to, you know. grow to whatever length it desires. anything close to flirting initially goes right over his head, but what his tongue picks up as he licks his lips . . . is something he’s tasted before. briefly, his eyes open, and he can catch a bit of elliot in an upside down view. ]
I’m— not going to go feral, or anything. [ a pause, and suddenly— he feels awkward to say it. ] You, [ gesture, uh ] taste nervous, or.
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he huffs out the quiet beginnings of a laugh, though. it’s not at him! ]
I don’t mind my hair anymore. I used to cut it. [ but now it’s free to, you know. grow to whatever length it desires. anything close to flirting initially goes right over his head, but what his tongue picks up as he licks his lips . . . is something he’s tasted before. briefly, his eyes open, and he can catch a bit of elliot in an upside down view. ]
I’m— not going to go feral, or anything. [ a pause, and suddenly— he feels awkward to say it. ] You, [ gesture, uh ] taste nervous, or.
[ something. and for a moment, a small moment
eren realized how god damn weird that sounds ]