[ this is alright. his head doesn’t move as her’s hits his chin and her frame nestles into his woolen vest. it’d be nice to just— stay here. maybe lay down on her bed and burry his face in her hair. eren still does this, but sitting upright. ]
We should eat something. [ he still hasn’t, but her company would be cherished at the kitchen table. he won’t move unless she gives sign that she will, though. hands tentatively seeking her’s, eren then guides her by them, to leave her things and get up. ] It’s still my birthday.
[ in that, and with them together, he wanted to celebrate. ]
[She nodded softly, nuzzling against him for a second. Her feet had already reached the ground. Mikasa hadn't started getting up, just rearranging herself. But Eren was moving to stand, her hand grasping his as they both stood. Her knitting things left on the bed as they traveled to the kitchen.
Maybe they'd have something sweet for breakfast. A treat instead of oats or bread.]
Happy birthday... [Just a little mumble, along with a little smile, it was time to find food.]
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We should eat something. [ he still hasn’t, but her company would be cherished at the kitchen table. he won’t move unless she gives sign that she will, though. hands tentatively seeking her’s, eren then guides her by them, to leave her things and get up. ] It’s still my birthday.
[ in that, and with them together, he wanted to celebrate. ]
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Maybe they'd have something sweet for breakfast. A treat instead of oats or bread.]
Happy birthday... [Just a little mumble, along with a little smile, it was time to find food.]