[ eren’s desperate wiggling to free himself is calmed as instantly as elliot had the jackalope in his hands. only then does he feel a drop of the blood rolling down his face where the larger scratches ended. the male knew how to defend what was his, he’d give him that— and eren was just too inexperienced, as he was too excited, to think about the repercussions. next time, he’ll keep it it mind.
it takes a little digging around the edges, which, with dulled nails, doesn’t help as much as they could if they were clawed, but— he’s grown used to it. the tips of his fingers are rougher after all the holes he’s dug the same way, and sooner than later, he’s crawling out, rubbing his face with the inside of his elbow, and examine anywhere else for scratches. luckily, even though smooth, his scales are a little more difficult to cut through.
he’s got an object from his pocket, smaller than his watch that when clicked, exposes a fine blade the size of his palm from base to tip. one of his sharper knick-knacks that he’s brought along for simple tasks. he walks over, eyes traveling between them and their game, and. hm.
it’s . . . considerate, what elliot’s doing, calming the creature before its end. he’s pretty sure, or at least hopes, that elliot knows he wouldn’t get enough fur that way, either. they had to eat, before it got any darker and make things more difficult to track. they had to get their fur. all of this was a question of survival, and while eren isn’t heartless, he . . . does separate things.
he holds his hand out, asking for jackalope. ]
I thought I’d lose it. Good work.
[ he’s not about to celebrate killing an animal, but he does seem prepared to do what had to be done. ]
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it takes a little digging around the edges, which, with dulled nails, doesn’t help as much as they could if they were clawed, but— he’s grown used to it. the tips of his fingers are rougher after all the holes he’s dug the same way, and sooner than later, he’s crawling out, rubbing his face with the inside of his elbow, and examine anywhere else for scratches. luckily, even though smooth, his scales are a little more difficult to cut through.
he’s got an object from his pocket, smaller than his watch that when clicked, exposes a fine blade the size of his palm from base to tip. one of his sharper knick-knacks that he’s brought along for simple tasks. he walks over, eyes traveling between them and their game, and. hm.
it’s . . . considerate, what elliot’s doing, calming the creature before its end. he’s pretty sure, or at least hopes, that elliot knows he wouldn’t get enough fur that way, either. they had to eat, before it got any darker and make things more difficult to track. they had to get their fur. all of this was a question of survival, and while eren isn’t heartless, he . . . does separate things.
he holds his hand out, asking for jackalope. ]
I thought I’d lose it. Good work.
[ he’s not about to celebrate killing an animal, but he does seem prepared to do what had to be done. ]