[ he likes hard to get, ma'am. she's fine, herself— the thought doesn't fully invade eren's, though. once his arms (wings) are out, the glow from his runes burn bright to keep him warm, tying the ends of the poncho together to maintain them from getting in his way too much. all that's left to do is step forward.
the chill bothers him, and had they been through the later days of december, eren would be sleeping rather than about. if she wanted combat, she was lucky to have run into him now. ]
What do you need to work on? [ his tail, thick and spiked, swishes lightly behind him, while his arms raise. ] Just, [ what did she say, ] steam?
[ they could actually train, or, you know. do the zero do'.]
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the chill bothers him, and had they been through the later days of december, eren would be sleeping rather than about. if she wanted combat, she was lucky to have run into him now. ]
What do you need to work on? [ his tail, thick and spiked, swishes lightly behind him, while his arms raise. ] Just, [ what did she say, ] steam?
[ they could actually train, or, you know. do the zero do'.]