[ it takes a long time— a very long time between the pause and eren continuing on in his thoughts for him to realize something. perhaps his floaty state didn’t help him discern what had been too honestly said or not, or if his smiling and following reflections was badly timed with the words he decided to spew. then again, eren was already really honest with people. frank enough to be considered rude.
it didn’t bother him. by the time he turns his attention back to shinjiro, the dragon captures the detail of strain on the other man’s features, a frown deeper than before. it earns a blink, but no apology. who knows, maybe he needed to hear it from someone. he’s, if anything, glad it made him think. life was not meant to throw away. not when you were born in the first place to live it. ]
Yeah. [ that was true, all of it, although eren wasn’t above hurting others to achieve what he thought was right. as much as it hurt him. ] We do what we have to do.
[ eren was, above all, a social yet nomadic dragon. sticking in one place made his legs squirm, and eventually, he’s itching back to return to some bustling, and to check how much their surroundings have changed. a little more serious, but not without some perceptiveness, he reaches out and jostles the other’s shoulder. it was supposed to be a clap, but, a little more affectionate. if roughing around was considered affectionate. ]
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it didn’t bother him. by the time he turns his attention back to shinjiro, the dragon captures the detail of strain on the other man’s features, a frown deeper than before. it earns a blink, but no apology. who knows, maybe he needed to hear it from someone. he’s, if anything, glad it made him think. life was not meant to throw away. not when you were born in the first place to live it. ]
Yeah. [ that was true, all of it, although eren wasn’t above hurting others to achieve what he thought was right. as much as it hurt him. ] We do what we have to do.
[ eren was, above all, a social yet nomadic dragon. sticking in one place made his legs squirm, and eventually, he’s itching back to return to some bustling, and to check how much their surroundings have changed. a little more serious, but not without some perceptiveness, he reaches out and jostles the other’s shoulder. it was supposed to be a clap, but, a little more affectionate. if roughing around was considered affectionate. ]
I’m gonna take a walk— wanna come?