[ how many fruit & vegetable stalls were there? a lot. it wasn’t all that specific directions, but he’d look. he’ll ask for directions. he’ll get sort of lost but then back on track (it wasn’t as if he could hear tone in message, haha, if he did he wouldn’t still be capsing). some wrong turns and run ins with actual stone-people later (who eren couldn’t exactly pinpoint a feeling on— most of them were as distrusting of his presence as he was of theirs, but suddenly they’re all acting nice? what do they want from them—), he catches in his sights mikasa waiting absently. well, the first thing he noticed was the hat.
he too, was wearing the fedora that matched his suit from the last moments they were home and fell asleep in one another. he’d sort of— left it at that. it wasn’t as if there was any way back, especially when that dreaded forum was supposed to be held the next day (he didn’t have a good feeling and his expectations were at an all time low, barely hanging by a strand just waiting to snap). time has suspended, but it does little to ease the tension hidden within in. the urgency, perhaps.
anyway— the red in her hair is something eren hardly ever saw her dawning, if he’d ever actually seen her dawn it. preparing himself to face her took a few moments from afar; he’d inhale, exhale, close his eyes, focus, then approach. the back of his hand wafts through the held ponytail in a gentle swish once he was close enough, announcing his arrival as bluntly as he always did. ]
What’s this?
[ more like “where’d you get this?” but, wording. ]
eremika nation
he too, was wearing the fedora that matched his suit from the last moments they were home and fell asleep in one another. he’d sort of— left it at that. it wasn’t as if there was any way back, especially when that dreaded forum was supposed to be held the next day (he didn’t have a good feeling and his expectations were at an all time low, barely hanging by a strand just waiting to snap). time has suspended, but it does little to ease the tension hidden within in. the urgency, perhaps.
anyway— the red in her hair is something eren hardly ever saw her dawning, if he’d ever actually seen her dawn it. preparing himself to face her took a few moments from afar; he’d inhale, exhale, close his eyes, focus, then approach. the back of his hand wafts through the held ponytail in a gentle swish once he was close enough, announcing his arrival as bluntly as he always did. ]
What’s this?
[ more like “where’d you get this?” but, wording. ]