[ he would’ve understood better if it was kept at “i feel bad”. he would’ve relented. eren listens, but the later half of elliot’s words gets his brows to crease, his lips to pull into a tense frown and his scales— not bright like the sunset, but a deep plum hue.
what he’s telling him is: they wasted their time. he wasted his time if he could’ve just cut his hair. they didn’t have to risk themselves, as close to the wall as they were, to come out here. what was he here for, then? too much disney princess for his being. for someone with a bomb in their hands that was set to erupt, eren doesn’t take kindly to being told this. the thing most precious to him right now is time, and— oh, boy.
he has to inhale. he inhales, rubs at his mouth, before clicking his blade away and moving away, his breath in a huff. he wasn’t about to argue an opinion and warm-loving heart, for god’s sake, it’s a rabbit-thing. he’s not about to work up a storm about that. but. his time? brushing it off like— it was something as easy as cutting off locks when he pronounced himself to something else? no no no, he wouldn’t accept coming out here for nothing. “i’ll give you my emergency rations”. “i’ll go a day without eating, i’ve done it before”. from what he remembered— the client said animal or monster fur. no human hair, gods know how fucked up a spell can get if you try to dupe him. you’re trying too hard and it’s showing is at the tip of his tongue, but that would’ve been said with hotheaded snap rather than reasoning.
which is why he doesn’t say anything akin to such. ]
We didn’t have to come out here for you to cut your hair.
[ he’ll just. be bluntly honest instead. eren begins to shuffle, makes for the discarded net and balls it back in his arms, waving backwards as he moves ahead, as if to gesture to elliot to go on, do what he felt better doing. the jackalopes are gone by now. he’ll have to track down something else. and so, he begins: nearly licking the bark of a nearby tree and circling around it, the opposite way the jackalope family went. ]
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what he’s telling him is: they wasted their time. he wasted his time if he could’ve just cut his hair. they didn’t have to risk themselves, as close to the wall as they were, to come out here. what was he here for, then? too much disney princess for his being. for someone with a bomb in their hands that was set to erupt, eren doesn’t take kindly to being told this. the thing most precious to him right now is time, and— oh, boy.
he has to inhale. he inhales, rubs at his mouth, before clicking his blade away and moving away, his breath in a huff. he wasn’t about to argue an opinion and warm-loving heart, for god’s sake, it’s a rabbit-thing. he’s not about to work up a storm about that. but. his time? brushing it off like— it was something as easy as cutting off locks when he pronounced himself to something else? no no no, he wouldn’t accept coming out here for nothing. “i’ll give you my emergency rations”. “i’ll go a day without eating, i’ve done it before”. from what he remembered— the client said animal or monster fur. no human hair, gods know how fucked up a spell can get if you try to dupe him. you’re trying too hard and it’s showing is at the tip of his tongue, but that would’ve been said with hotheaded snap rather than reasoning.
which is why he doesn’t say anything akin to such. ]
We didn’t have to come out here for you to cut your hair.
[ he’ll just. be bluntly honest instead. eren begins to shuffle, makes for the discarded net and balls it back in his arms, waving backwards as he moves ahead, as if to gesture to elliot to go on, do what he felt better doing. the jackalopes are gone by now. he’ll have to track down something else. and so, he begins: nearly licking the bark of a nearby tree and circling around it, the opposite way the jackalope family went. ]