[ eren tried his best to maintain the clothes he had. sometimes, he completely loses them to rips and shreds, others just end up scorched when forgetting about heat enchantments. he’s come by to one of the stores to mend some tears and get his soles changed— something warmer and a little more durable. he gets his sizes measured, gets handed another piece to use to keep from walking about without a top, and then, was given the choice to wait tight or browse. it’s hard to stay seated in one place for long, especially when something at the roof of his mouth sparks. he inhales, and the breath feels bubbly, like he’s tasted particles of pop just underneath his nose.
compulsion hits the dragon faster than rationale, and before long he’s already on the move to identify what novelty was awaiting him beyond the loaded garment rack, sifting through them so quickly you’d think he lost something valuable. his tongue flicks, quick and constant, ever so sensitive to the fizz of fae and something— vanilla? efflorescent? it was new, it was different, and it’s gone before he has to taste for the air again, capturing a zest to sweetness that only a sprinkle of salt would give.
it’s not long before he realizes the scent comes from beyond the rack and into the opposite aisle, so close to leaving, where eren doesn’t think twice to stick his head through and— oh, dang. coat on his face, he can’t see, but almost comically does his forked tongue slip out from behind his teeth and tickle the hair of one shopping fae minding her business faster than his talons could pry off the fabric from his head and horns. ]
@ hakuno
compulsion hits the dragon faster than rationale, and before long he’s already on the move to identify what novelty was awaiting him beyond the loaded garment rack, sifting through them so quickly you’d think he lost something valuable. his tongue flicks, quick and constant, ever so sensitive to the fizz of fae and something— vanilla? efflorescent? it was new, it was different, and it’s gone before he has to taste for the air again, capturing a zest to sweetness that only a sprinkle of salt would give.
it’s not long before he realizes the scent comes from beyond the rack and into the opposite aisle, so close to leaving, where eren doesn’t think twice to stick his head through and— oh, dang. coat on his face, he can’t see, but almost comically does his forked tongue slip out from behind his teeth and tickle the hair of one shopping fae minding her business faster than his talons could pry off the fabric from his head and horns. ]