[OPEN] bite & arbeit

[halfmoon]

Who: Makoto and you!
When: Throughout mid-September
Where: All in Aefenglom - shopping district; industrial district; vampire bar maybe??; etc.
What: Part-time work, quests, full moon changes.
Warnings: Threads set at Victorious Secret are likely to be a little racy. Will edit if anything else comes up!

Starters are in the comments!

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[usurpers]

[ hah, comes another breathless huff with endeared curves at the points where his lips meet to corners. eren doesn’t have shoes, long giving up on them ever since they’ve grown so draconically— he crosses one over the other, one stretched out while the other bends, and still whisking away like a cat’s is the needle tip of his tail. ]

That’s not the first time someone called me mysterious. [ and if that factor was an attracting point. it was funny, in a good way. he never really tried to be. the moment is tender and surprisingly warm, enough that a rare smile pulls into place as his chest fills, exhaling softly and letting his shoulders relax. ] You make me feel my age, honestly.

[ it’s been a while, he doesn’t remember the last time he felt how old he really was. by nine, he set his eyes on the military. by fourteen, he was in it. by nineteen— he was against the world. maybe dead, but not done. ]

[halfmoon]

[ Makoto studies him, watching his smile and the folding of his legs, the relaxed swish of his tail. Maybe he's willing to talk about himself. ]

How old are you? [ Makoto would guess that he's in his mid-twenties, although it's hard to tell when so much of his face and body is dragon instead of human. He could be much older than that. ]

I'm seventeen. [ glances at the ceiling for a moment. ] ...or, I guess, eighteen now. Huh. [ His birthday went by without him even realizing it. ]

[usurpers]

Congrats. [ one more year of living! even if they’re both technically dead, life keeps moving if you’re still alive, right? ] I’m nineteen.

[ it probably doesn’t look like it— but maybe his body did age on a little more with the strain it hauled during the last ten years. ]

Means we could go out for a drink sometime.