[ eren offers only a softened look that stares into elliot for quite a few moments. no, he doesn’t agree if it’s fair to mope or not— everyone has the right to feel and grieve. not one soul should feel more or less entitled when feelings are feelings. he knows, though. his bond would rather it sizzle out for today, but eren makes it clear by feeling that he is at least not agreeing with one thing. one small, small thing that’s wrapped into accepting of the last. if his friend would not want him to mope, but to move, then do it.
now, we get to the fun part. ]
It’s warm enough around the shoulders— the tattoos, too. They’ll make me hot.
[ and if elliot can deduce for a single moment what he doesn’t know what hot means in any other sense,
no subject
now, we get to the fun part. ]
It’s warm enough around the shoulders— the tattoos, too. They’ll make me hot.
[ and if elliot can deduce for a single moment what he doesn’t know what hot means in any other sense,