[ you could’ve run a little late there, pizza guy. but it happens, and on one hand eren feels a bit of relief for the few moments he has to try and relax. looking all tense the way he was now wouldn’t do good for a night meant for the opposite, right?
so he’ll go to the door and get the pizza boxes in one hand, the extra 2 liter soda in the other, balancing everything and taking it to . . . the sofa. because he’s a barbarian and wants to eat where his mom told him not to all his life. plus, it’s comfy here. with paper plates and plastic cups included, he sets things up on the living room table and pulls it toward them so they won’t have to reach for anything. convenience!
plus, he’s getting as comfy as possibly, slipping his shoes off, crossing his legs up on top of the cushions and facing elliot. that’s when he puts a hand on his leg to get his attention. ]
You know what’s one of the best things you gave me?
[As Eren handles the pizza, Elliot will continue sitting on the couch, pulling up his feet so they don't get in the way of the table. He's completely on board with eating where you're not supposed to eat- delivery pizzas are MADE to be eaten out of the box on the couch. That's just the rule.
He's about to grab a slice when Eren puts a hand on his leg. He'll look over at him]
Aha, an introduction to the glory that is pineapple and ham pizza?
I can’t reject that either. [ he’s forever grateful that he has a boyfriend that approves of his barbaric tendencies. but that makes him smile. everything about elliot made him smile, and he’s got to admit: pineapple and ham pizza is glory just by the steaming smell as they open the boxes.
he’s a little— sheepish looking right now, if only he hopes it doesn’t sound too corny what he wanted to say earlier. ]
. . . But it’s your trust. [ he gives elliot’s leg an affectionate clap before pouring them some soda. ] Makes me feel like I could get through anything.
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so he’ll go to the door and get the pizza boxes in one hand, the extra 2 liter soda in the other, balancing everything and taking it to . . . the sofa. because he’s a barbarian and wants to eat where his mom told him not to all his life. plus, it’s comfy here. with paper plates and plastic cups included, he sets things up on the living room table and pulls it toward them so they won’t have to reach for anything. convenience!
plus, he’s getting as comfy as possibly, slipping his shoes off, crossing his legs up on top of the cushions and facing elliot. that’s when he puts a hand on his leg to get his attention. ]
You know what’s one of the best things you gave me?
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He's about to grab a slice when Eren puts a hand on his leg. He'll look over at him]
Aha, an introduction to the glory that is pineapple and ham pizza?
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he’s a little— sheepish looking right now, if only he hopes it doesn’t sound too corny what he wanted to say earlier. ]
. . . But it’s your trust. [ he gives elliot’s leg an affectionate clap before pouring them some soda. ] Makes me feel like I could get through anything.
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Awww.
That trust came from you first though.
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It was mutual.
[ cheers! now eren’s going to do the one thing his father hated: slapping two pizzas on top of each other and eating it. his house his rules!!! ]
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Haha, alright.
[EVEN IF HE THINKS HE'S RIGHT. Oh well. He'll just start eating one slice at a time because he is not a heathen like his lover]