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...
[ You are a sweet, tender soul to let the metal live. This is a blessed moment. The Amity Affliction thanks you.
But, right. The car, and his face. Eren makes a sound with a little distaste— but look on the bright side. It wasn't his fault this time. ]
I was leaving the dojo the other day, [ Without mentioning too many . . . Things, that certainly involved looking as mad as they say he is. ] and some jackass threw an axe at my car.
[ he doesn't even care if it's a girl. yo. he speaks the holy word. ]
[He's got no reason to try to cover for her. Especially if she's going around hitting other people like Eren too goodness. But he'll at least try to reassure Eren a little.]
His shoulders are stiff to the touch, eyes on the road both to make sure he stays attentive as well as to avoid angry sort of eye contact— not today, he won't. It wasn't the sort of thing he'd like to hear any day, and even worse: he wasn't there. For the better, some would say, for worse, what he thought. ]
It shouldn't have happened in the first place. That mental—
[ redacted!!! It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, and the need to act out further is a fair given. If only he were still a civvie— I mean.
After a second of a mumble of sorts (something about getting her arrested) and a very light rest in the tension on his shoulders (thanks to the lingering hand!), Eren's darting sideways gaze can't help dismounting to those eyes. He exhales the air he'd been holding in, but his own eyes are still concrete. ]
[Yeah Elliot isn't about to argue that it shouldn't have happened in the first place, or that the girl was clearly mental. Who throws axes at people who are just getting fresh air? And then proceeds to try to use them for further target practice? But Elliot knows better than to go into too much detail there. It might make Eren rethink wherever they are going now and hunting down that girl instead. ]
Yeah, he stopped her before it got worse. He was really mad.
[ Eren prefers to think that it wouldn't have even gone anywhere with him around, which makes his absent loathsome, but look who's talking; car beat, so is his face, and she's still walking around.
He gave her his own stern hi, my name is eren jaeger, but more is never enough. At least, with more mention of Dante, he was slowly easing off. (Didn't mean that he wasn't planning any potential remeets, though, hah, preposterous, what're you talking about . . . ).
Where are they going, by the way? Making my way downtown, making turns . . . ]
It's not your fault. I didn't tell you I was going in the first place.
[You stop that self-blame train right now Eren Jaeger. Elliot glances out the window - but honestly he's still so new to this town he doesn't have the slightest idea where they are. Things seem so different when you're in a car and not walking or taking public transportation.]
Just hit me in the chest. The bruise is almost gone, really.
[ Wetting his lips and sealing them tight, Eren— has to breathe. He's already in a mood he hadn't expected to be in, but. At another light, he slumps, turning his head to face Elliot again.
He didn't . . . Want to be upset today. He's had enough upsets. This one was warranted, but. ]
Same, [ He finally says, tapping his cheek, although it's not that healed . . . But a boy can dream. ] Don't worry about it. Someone like that's got what's coming.
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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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But, right. The car, and his face. Eren makes a sound with a little distaste— but look on the bright side. It wasn't his fault this time. ]
I was leaving the dojo the other day, [ Without mentioning too many . . . Things, that certainly involved looking as mad as they say he is. ] and some jackass threw an axe at my car.
[ he doesn't even care if it's a girl. yo. he speaks the holy word. ]
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F a m i l i a r]
Ahaha...um, this person didn't happen to be a teenage girl, did they?
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You've met her?
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Y-Yeah. When I went a couple weeks ago, I stepped outside the dojo to get some air and she tried to use me for target practice.
She hit me once, but thankfully Dante stepped in before she could do it again....
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And after that, all Eren heard was hit me once. He turns his head around with a very familiar intent to . . .
well, you know ]
She what?
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She threw her axe at me.
[He's got no reason to try to cover for her. Especially if she's going around hitting other people like Eren too goodness. But he'll at least try to reassure Eren a little.]
I-I'm okay now. Even the bruise is almost gone.
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he looks like he's going to break the steering wheel ]
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Well thank goodness he has lots of practice from having an overprotective hotheaded brother. He'll put his hand on his shoulder.]
H-hey, it's alright. I'm gonna avoid her from now on, so it shouldn't happen again.
I didn't tell you to make you worry, okay? Just...I agree she's a...jerk.
[What is swearing.]
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His shoulders are stiff to the touch, eyes on the road both to make sure he stays attentive as well as to avoid angry sort of eye contact— not today, he won't. It wasn't the sort of thing he'd like to hear any day, and even worse: he wasn't there. For the better, some would say, for worse, what he thought. ]
It shouldn't have happened in the first place. That mental—
[ redacted!!! It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, and the need to act out further is a fair given. If only he were still a civvie— I mean.
After a second of a mumble of sorts (something about getting her arrested) and a very light rest in the tension on his shoulders (thanks to the lingering hand!), Eren's darting sideways gaze can't help dismounting to those eyes. He exhales the air he'd been holding in, but his own eyes are still concrete. ]
You said something about Dante?
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Yeah, he stopped her before it got worse. He was really mad.
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[ Eren prefers to think that it wouldn't have even gone anywhere with him around, which makes his absent loathsome, but look who's talking; car beat, so is his face, and she's still walking around.
He gave her his own stern hi, my name is eren jaeger, but more is never enough. At least, with more mention of Dante, he was slowly easing off. (Didn't mean that he wasn't planning any potential remeets, though, hah, preposterous, what're you talking about . . . ).
Where are they going, by the way? Making my way downtown, making turns . . . ]
Where'd you get hurt?
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[You stop that self-blame train right now Eren Jaeger. Elliot glances out the window - but honestly he's still so new to this town he doesn't have the slightest idea where they are. Things seem so different when you're in a car and not walking or taking public transportation.]
Just hit me in the chest. The bruise is almost gone, really.
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He didn't . . . Want to be upset today. He's had enough upsets. This one was warranted, but. ]
Same, [ He finally says, tapping his cheek, although it's not that healed . . . But a boy can dream. ] Don't worry about it. Someone like that's got what's coming.
[ Karma. He totally means karma. And justice. ]
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