[ eren's brow lifts sharply— yes? maybe there's water in his ears, but, at least that won't be much of a problem anymore. the system is shutting down leaving them on a squeaky, slippery surface only bound to slide across . . . ]
Because you ripped my pants off. [ that's some pretty stronk focused energy there, but emeralds would be emeralds? though eren didn't know that and waves it off. he's not exactly upset that his pants were that ripped if there was the chance he could get them replaced easier than he could replace his clothes back home, and, not wanting to convey any ill feeling: ] C'mon, if they have extra pants, they have something to dry you with.
[ And naturally, Stiles does slide across the wet surface of the observation deck, his sneakers squelching in protest as he nearly falls flat on his damn face. ]
I didn’t rip them off, [ he begins with a huff, ] the vines did.
[ Because there’s apparently a difference, even when the vines came from his own body. Listen, don’t argue with him, okay? Stiles isn’t adapting to this new world where he has superpowers very gracefully. But he’s content to follow Eren, lightly complaining all the while about his wet clothes – which inevitably leads to a one-sided conversation about stiff nipples, which then degrades into rambling about every inane thought that comes to mind. Sorry, Eren. Hey, it’s better than silence, right? Right. ]
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Because you ripped my pants off. [ that's some pretty stronk focused energy there, but emeralds would be emeralds? though eren didn't know that and waves it off. he's not exactly upset that his pants were that ripped if there was the chance he could get them replaced easier than he could replace his clothes back home, and, not wanting to convey any ill feeling: ] C'mon, if they have extra pants, they have something to dry you with.
/fin ❤
I didn’t rip them off, [ he begins with a huff, ] the vines did.
[ Because there’s apparently a difference, even when the vines came from his own body. Listen, don’t argue with him, okay? Stiles isn’t adapting to this new world where he has superpowers very gracefully. But he’s content to follow Eren, lightly complaining all the while about his wet clothes – which inevitably leads to a one-sided conversation about stiff nipples, which then degrades into rambling about every inane thought that comes to mind. Sorry, Eren. Hey, it’s better than silence, right? Right. ]
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he's right. ]