[Lapis turns and delicately presses the communicator back into Eren's hands. her touch is very gentle, with the sort of restrained composure that belies the great shrieking internal scream threatening to consume her entire body. she is wickedly careful not to actually make contact with her companion's skin now. oh, god. she was going to have to decontaminate every inch of herself after this was over.]
No thanks.
[just. thank you, but no. you can stop taking shits now, that is completely unnecessary.]
[ she's got it. lol. eren takes his device back and observes her reaction to its very bloom. ah, yes. the wonders of a working digestive tract. ]
We don't shit from our hands, you know. [ you're supposed to wash, too— and eren, of all people under levi's command, has learned to put hygiene on practically the number one priority when survival hadn't taken its place. ] You wash after.
[ there might be a little curve shaping his lips at her reaction. it's so subtle that it might not be so recognizable, but at least it wasn't a frown. probably a similarity when she was smiling about educating him on technology. was endearing the word? hm, ]
[from - that hadn't even been what had prompted her careful lack of touch, but now the thought is wedged in her head with as much force as an actual cannon blast of shit from some stupid human's palm and not matter what she does Lapis cannot get it out. she shakes her head, maybe a little to violently, hair flapping in the artificial breeze as she attempts to physically dislodge this awful mental image.]
Why - something like that shouldn't stick!
[could abject horror really be endearing to anyone? ...well, maybe a little. for as ancient and unknowable as the gem appears to be most of the time, there was something charmingly youthful about the scandalized look she was sending Eren's way now.
please. please say psych and tell her that this awful process of organic beings didn't also necessitate that the waste product cling to your ass.]
[ if eren were even remotely mischievous (maybe later in the month), he would keep this going in worse places. he would keep pulling her leg and make shit jokes, but he doesn't feel as much pleasure in the thought. only that this was, yes, endearing in its own way, but he's had his fair share of it. he doesn't want her to feel nauseous around him now. ]
You have to hope it doesn't. [ ......... it's either the remains of dry humor or he's just actually being dead serious. because, you see, there are all types of shits! but with that, though, he'll leave her to bleach her thoughts as much as she'd like to get around how gross humans are. ] I'll contact you once I'm settled or if I see anything related to Malachite. Until then, [ he inclines his head and adjusts his fedora. ] hang low and keep in touch.
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[Lapis turns and delicately presses the communicator back into Eren's hands. her touch is very gentle, with the sort of restrained composure that belies the great shrieking internal scream threatening to consume her entire body. she is wickedly careful not to actually make contact with her companion's skin now. oh, god. she was going to have to decontaminate every inch of herself after this was over.]
No thanks.
[just. thank you, but no. you can stop taking shits now, that is completely unnecessary.]
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We don't shit from our hands, you know. [ you're supposed to wash, too— and eren, of all people under levi's command, has learned to put hygiene on practically the number one priority when survival hadn't taken its place. ] You wash after.
[ there might be a little curve shaping his lips at her reaction. it's so subtle that it might not be so recognizable, but at least it wasn't a frown. probably a similarity when she was smiling about educating him on technology. was endearing the word? hm, ]
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Why - something like that shouldn't stick!
[could abject horror really be endearing to anyone? ...well, maybe a little. for as ancient and unknowable as the gem appears to be most of the time, there was something charmingly youthful about the scandalized look she was sending Eren's way now.
please. please say psych and tell her that this awful process of organic beings didn't also necessitate that the waste product cling to your ass.]
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You have to hope it doesn't. [ ......... it's either the remains of dry humor or he's just actually being dead serious. because, you see, there are all types of shits! but with that, though, he'll leave her to bleach her thoughts as much as she'd like to get around how gross humans are. ] I'll contact you once I'm settled or if I see anything related to Malachite. Until then, [ he inclines his head and adjusts his fedora. ] hang low and keep in touch.