[ eren spits out whatever’s still in his mouth in a spray because how do you yell and throw things at him like that. he’s transparent looking, but not intangible, so that water very easily bonks him on the head and there goes the water. ]
[ that’s hen he finally looks at himself and thinks: what the fuck. the water gets thrown and, very quickly, he turns around because yes he certainly is going to force himself to vomit in a corner. emergency rejection maneuvers! luckily, it’s all just water and a little bit of bile, and he was sure to sprint to the other side of the cart to do it, but—
breathing hard, he holds his hands up. he could see natalia right through them. ]
[ ah, quick, think, think, this is so freaky— eren isn’t that good with impromptu plans, but he does try to remember training, anything in survival or otherwise that could be useful. it felt like he could disappear any second now.
uh—
he shuffles around things in the cart, desperately, until he can use anything to tie his wrist. once the knot is done and he’s secure, he hands it to natalia.
. . . yeah he didn’t think he’d be the freak on the leash BUT ITS THE ONLY THING HE COULD THINK OF ]
[ don’t. mention this to anyone. eren’s expression is an odd mixture of awkward and worry trying to stay calm, looking at his transparent hands and making sure that he’s holding the inside of the makeshift rope. ]
Okay— [ breathe, jaeger. ] Let’s get out of here. [ lesson learned. do not eat or drink anything from down here, ever. ] Everything in there’s probably— altered.
[ natalia please do not tell elliot about this. these are safety measures. not. taking your cousin’s hunk german boyfriend out for a walk in the tunnel. ]
We’re closer to Central, I think.
[ he can’t tell completely, but he knows it’s a little after the carts. ] It’ll take longer if we go back— why are you enjoying this?
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The hell’s your deal?!
[ HE DOESN’T GET IT ]
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[ Or invisible? It could be invisible?
... Sorry about the water but not that sorry. ]
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[ that’s hen he finally looks at himself and thinks: what the fuck. the water gets thrown and, very quickly, he turns around because yes he certainly is going to force himself to vomit in a corner. emergency rejection maneuvers! luckily, it’s all just water and a little bit of bile, and he was sure to sprint to the other side of the cart to do it, but—
breathing hard, he holds his hands up. he could see natalia right through them. ]
What else do I do?!
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That said, she watches this, considering how else to help but ... uh. ]
I don't know?!
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uh—
he shuffles around things in the cart, desperately, until he can use anything to tie his wrist. once the knot is done and he’s secure, he hands it to natalia.
. . . yeah he didn’t think he’d be the freak on the leash BUT ITS THE ONLY THING HE COULD THINK OF ]
Don’t let go of that.
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....
She likes this? But all the same, perhaps because of that or perhaps to just keep the mood upbeat she grins, takes the tie and salutes, ]
Yes, sir!
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Okay— [ breathe, jaeger. ] Let’s get out of here. [ lesson learned. do not eat or drink anything from down here, ever. ] Everything in there’s probably— altered.
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Well. ]
To the surface, or...?
[ Are we going to spelunk more? Do you need to go to a hospital??? ]
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We’re closer to Central, I think.
[ he can’t tell completely, but he knows it’s a little after the carts. ] It’ll take longer if we go back— why are you enjoying this?
[ HE JUST SEES IT IN HER SMILE ]
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Ooooh, well, I'm not sure if I am or not?
[ She said, waggling the... uh. leash. Mush, mush, Ereen.
Heheheheh...
... Okay no she's giggling ]
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see eren, see eren’s ears go completely cherry colored and watch it bleed onto his face. ]
I could be disappearing, Natalia!!
[ IT’S FREAKING HIM OUT AND YOU'RE LAUGHING!!! ]
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[ But she tugs on the leash and- ]
You still feel perfectly solid though, and it's probably better to laugh than panic, right?
[ . . . And this is fun ]