[Okay so their last conversation was really weird, but maybe Elliot was just reading too much into it?? So a day later, he decides to try again. Maybe everything's fine. ]
[ Eren sees them in the notif center, but doesn't open them, perhaps only after the second day. He wanted to reply earlier, he did. It hurts himself a little just to keep him on hold like that—
But with the issues, his flaring temper, his car getting wrecked, his face bruised (it's still weird not to have a molar), questionable memories of nothing but ass whooping and a hard time at the final weeks of bmt . . . It makes for a cocktail of nerves and compulsiveness. He'll probably say something he shouldn't, or snap at the wrong time, or— all of the above. He needed to cool off from more than one thing, and Elliot didn't deserve any negative whiplash.
At the end of the day, he'll get a bundle of life signals. It wasn't fair to his friend to leave him completely hanging like that. It wasn't even his fault. Even if he wasn't ready to meet up with him, he'd at least give him word.
He sounds upset, and after thinking on the last one . . . Well, the last thing he wanted was to wreck a friendship because of something dumb. ]
sorry elliot some stuff came up just had to work them out everything's alright you ok?
[Elliot had been studying when his phone went off, notifying him of a new text. When he sees who it is, of course he reads it as soon as possible. He feels so much relief as he reads the text.]
Oh thank goodness. I was starting to get really worried.
["Starting". Ha. He's been at really worried for days.]
No, I did. Looking back, I could've handled our last conversation better. That wasn't any way to tell you I'm gay. I should've been more upfront with you instead of dropping it on you because I had a date. So I'm sorry.
I know. I didn't hide it because I thought you'd be homophobic. It's just...idk, I always came up with excuses as to why not. They were pretty stupid, looking back. But I still wanted to say I'm sorry.
And oh yeah, I think I talked to a friend of yours? She was pretty...out there. But she kept insisting I should tell you about the date. I don't know if you actually wanna hear it though I know you're pretty against dating yourself so I'm not sure why she kept insisting.
I can? There's really not much to say though. The play was really good. And he was nice too! But he's not really my type. So I think next time I go to a play with him, it'll just be as friends.
Eren didn't say that he was going to be rolling up into the parking lot at this hour, or at all! Just one of those things you feel, you know, and he's learned his lesson the first time, no matter how nerve-racking it was now. Don't lose a chance to fear— he should be the poster boy for this motto, he's stood up to bullies and loud mouths, even to superiors, and monsters; it'd be ridiculous if he couldn't stand up to himself.
His car door is still a little more than busted, waiting on a replacement, the hood with a slight dent, but it's recognizable by a faraway sight, sporty and loud as heckie. It's hard to see anything through tinted windows, but he's in there—
it's late afternoon, with the sun beginning to set, and he's been parked here for around twenty minutes now, aggressivedrumming and hoarsescreams muffled inside his car as he lets the (very loud) music clear his head. He actually nyoomed over on impulse with the sole purpose of "I need to talk to him" and nothing beyond that. He doesn't really know what to say, or what to do. Plan, what plan. He's actually pulling blanks now. He was supposed to come over the next day to just give a sign of life and continue as normal, not!! This!!
He'll get moving, #yolo and everything, but maybe after this one last song (he said this to himself during the other last song, uh). ]
[If there's one good physical skill Elliot had, it was his hearing. He had very good hearing that helped him be as good of a musician as he is. So you better believe he could hear the loud music coming from that parked car, no matter how muffled it is.
It's disturbing enough to his studying that finally looks out the window and-- hey, wasn't that Eren's car? He'd recognize that car anywhere-- but it sure looked much more busted up than the last time he saw it.
He's not sure what's going on, but he'll be slipping on his shoes and heading out there. When he reaches the car, he'll tap his knuckles on the window]
Eren?
[He says, though over the music, it probably sounded muffled to all heck]
[ At least he wasn't rockin' out, just . . . Contemplative and giving himself a stern talking to. Deep breaths. Wow, his heart's already racing, like going to war or something (at least, that's what he'd assume going to war was like, but he really had no idea beyond playing battlefield or coursing through BEAST week. A lot of nerves and a lot of adrenaline). Just— take it easy. Cat Café? He didn't really like cats, or cafés. He didn't really want to visit a public place to start, it'd make the tension worse. He knows he'll do something, but.
The knock on his window breaks his concentration, not so much from the sound, but from the movement at the corner of his eye, and seeing who it was makes him nearly jump out of his seat, shoot for the volume— no, the keys, shut the car off and step outside. Guess there's no more time for thinking. ]
H— Hey, Elliot. [ The car isn't the only one that looks wrecked— the muddy purple blotch to his cheek is a sure sign of either impact of scuffling. He completely forgets about it, though. ]
[ There were other things in mind!! The car was a given, but . . . With a slight head dip, he shrugs it off. ]
Crazy story.
[ Not that he was planning on hiding it, but he's—! Still trying to pick things out as he goes along! Mouth opens, closes, until finally he meets Elliot's eyes again. he's hesitating too much. ]
I'll say... [Crazy story is right. He's definitely looking Eren over to make sure he's not more injured. But it looks like it's just the injury on the face- just what happened? The damage on the car doesn't even look like something from an accident.
But he'll place aside those thoughts when Eren's eyes meet his, looking at him in return. He's still not sure what's going on. Maybe Eren felt bad for the radio silence? Oh no...he didn't mean to make him feel guilty.
Still...]
Y-Yeah, I am. I was just studying, but I can take a break.
[Anything to get away from the law books, honestly.]
[ He hesitates on that— Eren was a fairly serious person to start. Work had always been important, a focus that he's had through high school until now. People chattered about parties while he was there thinking about the next time he'd tour the Fort, or when the next prep exam was. Borderlining obsessive, maybe a bit. He never had any other dream, and if it weren't for AF he'd still be a bum.
Like Matt said, there's balance for everything. He'll bring him back soon, but he's doing this. ]
Well, [ He breathes in, and cocks his head to the side, fingers already curving into the driver's door handle, and trying to smile to ease off some of underlying jitters. ] hop in.
[It's okay Eren. Elliot is a pretty serious student himself. He always worked hard, always pushed himself. So if there was an absolute need for him to continue the study session at this moment? He would've said so. This was mostly a session to help himself feel a bit more confident in a subject he wasn't at all confident in.]
Okay!
[He'll smile as he open the front passenger door and sits down, already relaxing in the comfortable seat. Eren's car was so nice. But he'll at least remember to put on a seat belt. ]
So where are we going?
[It doesn't actually matter that much to Elliot. Even if it's just for a drive, he'd be happy. He's with Eren, and Eren wasn't mad at him. That's what mattered to him]
[ You are very, very right to put on a seatbelt with Eren as your pilot.
It's the most complete manual Camaro available— the interior is as sleek and agressive as the outside. Front panel screen for all your media needs. Finely tuned surrounding speakers, welcoming seats, cooling system, you name it. This mofo's even got wifi. ]
You'll see when we get there.
[ Backing up and on the road, Eren makes sure that the music isn't blaring once they're moving. It's just low background noise, but he gestures. ]
[Dang its a sweet ride, and Elliot will take a moment to appreciate it as such. But considering he doesn't own a car himself? He's very easily impressed.]
A surprise? Okay!
[He is not at all bothered by being surprised. He's with Eren after all, it'll be fine. As for the music...]
No, this is fine. [Was metal his favorite? No. But he's grown fond of it, at least]
I would like to hear the crazy story. What happened to your car? And your face...
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Text; 1/??
Hey Eren!
2/??; few hours later
Do you think I get away with selling apples? I'm starting to get pretty tired of trying to use up all these apples from the tree out back.
3/??; another few hours...
Eren? Did you lose your phone?
...Guess you couldn't answer if you did.
4/??; a day later
...Sorry, I'm so used to texting you about this stuff.
5/5; two days later.
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But with the issues, his flaring temper, his car getting wrecked, his face bruised (it's still weird not to have a molar), questionable memories of nothing but ass whooping and a hard time at the final weeks of bmt . . . It makes for a cocktail of nerves and compulsiveness. He'll probably say something he shouldn't, or snap at the wrong time, or— all of the above. He needed to cool off from more than one thing, and Elliot didn't deserve any negative whiplash.
At the end of the day, he'll get a bundle of life signals. It wasn't fair to his friend to leave him completely hanging like that. It wasn't even his fault. Even if he wasn't ready to meet up with him, he'd at least give him word.
He sounds upset, and after thinking on the last one . . . Well, the last thing he wanted was to wreck a friendship because of something dumb. ]
sorry elliot
some stuff came up just had to work them out
everything's alright
you ok?
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Oh thank goodness.
I was starting to get really worried.
["Starting". Ha. He's been at really worried for days.]
I'm okay.
I do want to say sorry though.
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for what?
elliot you didn't even do anything
I was the one who[ nevermind. he'll backspace that. ]
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Looking back, I could've handled our last conversation better.
That wasn't any way to tell you I'm gay.
I should've been more upfront with you instead of dropping it on you because I had a date.
So I'm sorry.
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listen you had your reasons
it doesn't change who you are to me
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It's just...idk, I always came up with excuses as to why not.
They were pretty stupid, looking back.
But I still wanted to say I'm sorry.
And oh yeah,
I think I talked to a friend of yours?
She was pretty...out there.
But she kept insisting I should tell you about the date.
I don't know if you actually wanna hear it though
I know you're pretty against dating yourself so I'm not sure why she kept insisting.
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God, he even takes a while to reply, just to yell at her. What the hell did she say to him . . . Sure, she exaggerated a ton, but ]
well
do you want to talk about it?
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There's really not much to say though.
The play was really good.
And he was nice too!
But he's not really my type.
So I think next time I go to a play with him, it'll just be as friends.
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driving jsyk
that's nice
i mean for you
[ fuck wait— you know what, no, coming over. ]
I'm glad you had a good time
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Okay. Drive safe!
Yeah. It was fun.
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Eren didn't say that he was going to be rolling up into the parking lot at this hour, or at all! Just one of those things you feel, you know, and he's learned his lesson the first time, no matter how nerve-racking it was now. Don't lose a chance to fear— he should be the poster boy for this motto, he's stood up to bullies and loud mouths, even to superiors, and monsters; it'd be ridiculous if he couldn't stand up to himself.
His car door is still a little more than busted, waiting on a replacement, the hood with a slight dent, but it's recognizable by a faraway sight, sporty and loud as heckie. It's hard to see anything through tinted windows, but he's in there—
it's late afternoon, with the sun beginning to set, and he's been parked here for around twenty minutes now, aggressive drumming and hoarse screams muffled inside his car as he lets the (very loud) music clear his head. He actually nyoomed over on impulse with the sole purpose of "I need to talk to him" and nothing beyond that. He doesn't really know what to say, or what to do. Plan, what plan. He's actually pulling blanks now. He was supposed to come over the next day to just give a sign of life and continue as normal, not!! This!!
He'll get moving, #yolo and everything, but maybe after this one last song (he said this to himself during the other last song, uh). ]
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It's disturbing enough to his studying that finally looks out the window and-- hey, wasn't that Eren's car? He'd recognize that car anywhere-- but it sure looked much more busted up than the last time he saw it.
He's not sure what's going on, but he'll be slipping on his shoes and heading out there. When he reaches the car, he'll tap his knuckles on the window]
Eren?
[He says, though over the music, it probably sounded muffled to all heck]
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The knock on his window breaks his concentration, not so much from the sound, but from the movement at the corner of his eye, and seeing who it was makes him nearly jump out of his seat, shoot for the volume— no, the keys, shut the car off and step outside. Guess there's no more time for thinking. ]
H— Hey, Elliot. [ The car isn't the only one that looks wrecked— the muddy purple blotch to his cheek is a sure sign of either impact of scuffling. He completely forgets about it, though. ]
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[Eren may have forgotten about the injury, but Elliot zeroes in on it.]
Oh no, what happened to your face?! And your car...
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Crazy story.
[ Not that he was planning on hiding it, but he's—! Still trying to pick things out as he goes along! Mouth opens, closes, until finally he meets Elliot's eyes again. he's hesitating too much. ]
—You free right now?
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But he'll place aside those thoughts when Eren's eyes meet his, looking at him in return. He's still not sure what's going on. Maybe Eren felt bad for the radio silence? Oh no...he didn't mean to make him feel guilty.
Still...]
Y-Yeah, I am. I was just studying, but I can take a break.
[Anything to get away from the law books, honestly.]
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Like Matt said, there's balance for everything. He'll bring him back soon, but he's doing this. ]
Well, [ He breathes in, and cocks his head to the side, fingers already curving into the driver's door handle, and trying to smile to ease off some of underlying jitters. ] hop in.
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Okay!
[He'll smile as he open the front passenger door and sits down, already relaxing in the comfortable seat. Eren's car was so nice. But he'll at least remember to put on a seat belt. ]
So where are we going?
[It doesn't actually matter that much to Elliot. Even if it's just for a drive, he'd be happy. He's with Eren, and Eren wasn't mad at him. That's what mattered to him]
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It's the most complete manual Camaro available— the interior is as sleek and agressive as the outside. Front panel screen for all your media needs. Finely tuned surrounding speakers, welcoming seats, cooling system, you name it. This mofo's even got wifi. ]
You'll see when we get there.
[ Backing up and on the road, Eren makes sure that the music isn't blaring once they're moving. It's just low background noise, but he gestures. ]
If you wanna pick something out, it's all yours.
[ Say hello to Pandora ]
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A surprise? Okay!
[He is not at all bothered by being surprised. He's with Eren after all, it'll be fine. As for the music...]
No, this is fine. [Was metal his favorite? No. But he's grown fond of it, at least]
I would like to hear the crazy story. What happened to your car? And your face...
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