[ as much as their tune changed or see-sawed, eren’s— didn’t. he hardly stops his pace and his mind doesn’t quite change, only giving a slight turn to wave them off. it almost felt like a pity invitation and those were the last thing he felt like he needed. so what did he need? some personal reflection, maybe, and that’s better done by one. ]
no subject
Some other time— thanks, anyway.
[ he’s an edgelord. ]