[ it’s a good thing eren doesn’t register and skips right over the meaning of romcom for not being a word to him in the first place. “amorous intent”. that’s— absurd. he’d never truly know what it was that he meant to her now, although there were suspicions. through a few more shudders of his shoulders from stray coughs, eren lowers his head and busies himself with the napkins at the table. there was a mess that he made, and—
eren doubletakes as he dabs a bunch of said napkins, because that. was a heart on his screen. it gets the hooded dragon to shake his head, nearly scoff— if he wanted to get this off his back and continue in the shadows for a little longer, he’d have to speak up. mettaton, at the very least, wasn’t making a scandle. it just wasn’t as simple and comedic of a situation. ]
—We were family. [ to him. to her too, apparently, from what she told him in a stuttering, flustered mess. that’s how he’d describe it. what mikasa thought was on her. or her blood. whatever it was, he still wished for nothing but the best for her. maybe the shadow cast above his eyes could hide his melancholy. ] It doesn’t matter anymore.
[ he doesn’t blame, and very well hopes, for the sake of planning, that she doesn’t want to see him again in the same light. even so, he still comes back without her knowing for a few reasons he could count on his talons. he needs to stop doing this. and he will.
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eren doubletakes as he dabs a bunch of said napkins, because that. was a heart on his screen. it gets the hooded dragon to shake his head, nearly scoff— if he wanted to get this off his back and continue in the shadows for a little longer, he’d have to speak up. mettaton, at the very least, wasn’t making a scandle. it just wasn’t as simple and comedic of a situation. ]
—We were family. [ to him. to her too, apparently, from what she told him in a stuttering, flustered mess. that’s how he’d describe it. what mikasa thought was on her. or her blood. whatever it was, he still wished for nothing but the best for her. maybe the shadow cast above his eyes could hide his melancholy. ] It doesn’t matter anymore.
[ he doesn’t blame, and very well hopes, for the sake of planning, that she doesn’t want to see him again in the same light. even so, he still comes back without her knowing for a few reasons he could count on his talons. he needs to stop doing this. and he will.
when he figures himself out. ]