[ he’s watching from the corner of his eye, lucid membranes sliding across it to keep up with her stripping. something to detract him from choosing to move and laying there, instead, slow, fuller blinks coming to follow her decent to the satin bed beneath them. if anything had changed in eren’s observations, it’s staring harder, with wide eyes. eyes, now. he’s turned his head further, and rought his arm to secure it in place enough like a cushion. yes, he saw everything, and there are no regrets. once it was stated: it is illegal to be that cute. ]
I wouldn’t. [ why would he laugh! why would he laugh when his body trembles, his muscles flex and contract rapidly until he’s sinking. there is only a head left, with horns, and a spinous tail weaving in and out of the sandy spa. ] Would you?
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I wouldn’t. [ why would he laugh! why would he laugh when his body trembles, his muscles flex and contract rapidly until he’s sinking. there is only a head left, with horns, and a spinous tail weaving in and out of the sandy spa. ] Would you?
[ YOU WERE SAYING ]