[Things were happening at the gardens. Mikasa wasn't really sure what the event was, but she knew one thing and Eren was getting a text.]
theyre showing us how to make plant pots its free
[Maybe to some people here, it was cheap. Her wanting to make them instead of going to a gardening store and buying them. But it seemed like a useful thing to learn, save a little money to something more useful.
...And it was just something to do. They had so much free time.]
[Mikasa was easy enough to find. Most of the people here were wearing more elaborate clothes, then there was Mikasa, basic. With her white button-up and long skirt. It was yellow this time, with faint little butterflies and daisies. Basic here, but fancy back home.
...She'd regret wearing light colours later.
But for now, Mikasa was just wandering around the stalls, looking at all the handcrafted items. The ribbon on her straw hat dancing in the wind. This second was wood carvings. Mainly a little bird and all the details of it's little feathers being etched out.]
[ if eren’s easy to spot, it’s because of the more passionate colors on him— most of the time, they’re mismatched, to everyone’s dismay. he doesn’t have a sense of fashion??? or maybe he does and it’s just joltingly peculiar (wrong, he just thinks the colors are neat and definitely doesn’t have a sense of fashion). on top of the tie-dye sweatpants, solid blue t-shirt and plain fedora, he’s got a neon red fanny pack. eren is already invalid. but he thinks it’s cool so we’re stuck with this.
he’d caught sight of her beforehand, comes up from behind, and gently leans himself down to her shoulder to eliminate personal space. he’s allowed to do this, now. boyfriend rules. ]
[Eren was easy to spot and Mikasa was hard to sneak upon. Even preoccupied with admiring the intricate cravings. At his footsteps Mikasa turned her head to look, stared for a second, blinked, slowly turned back to the various shades of brown that was the fake animals.
So she wasn't all that surprised when he got close. Though her retinas had been burned... Okay, maybe it was just Eren's way of enjoying this place. Trying all the different dyes and clothing styles they couldn't back home. But Mikasa would stick to what she was used to. There was enough new and strange already without trying to wear clothes that had seams in odd places.
[It had been a long day. Mikasa had been ill, had a day of normalcy and then she'd woken up the next day with a horse's arse...
With some help from Konoha she'd managed to get outside. Have a walk, pick up some bread, just learning how her new legs worked. Except now she'd gotten back to the apartment-
Almost... She was in the lobby. Standing there with her little paper bag of bread, staring at the stairs. She'd let Konoha lead her down before, but now she was uneasy. Scuffing at the ground with her hooves. The elevator had completely left her mind.]
eren only returns from his own day walk (and konoha program) as the day ends, finally finding it easier to walk as long as he isn't thinking about it, just as instructed. just like walking, although the echoing phantom sounds of extra hooves hitting the floor behind him made his ears swivel, getting back to the apartment was easier enough. in fact— with armin no where in sight and considering he's returned home, maybe it might be a good idea to change housing and go somewhere smaller. maybe less city-bound. he'd get to that soon enough when met with stairs, clopping halfway up them about a half hour after mikasa had and—
there's a crash. he's fallen all the way down with one slip up responsible. ]
[Her own ears flicked at the sound of hooves. Taking an awkward step back to turn around and look. Konoha? Was that her? Had the Jinba followed Mikasa to help her after the earlier mess. Then she hears the clattering, the hooves skidding along the floor and something heavy falling.
For a moment, Mikasa was still. Lips pursed. Then she broke into a trot, ears pricking as she went to the source. Stumbling as she came to stop.]
Eren? You're like this too? [She took a few steps closer, then stopped. Giving him space to get up.] Are you okay?
[ one of eren’s ears swivel first, then came his head, ]
Mikasa— [ so she was in the same predicament. after so many falls and figuring out his own ways to get up, eren knew he just needed a moment to gather his bearings and measure his space. with that out of the way, he inhales, pulls the momentum of his torso backwards before swinging forward. hands pushing off the ground, he soon had his front legs loudly clambering to straighten, followed by the wobble of his hind limbs. it took a start to find his balance, but he no longer fell. ] I just stepped up wrong.
[ ah, actually— he heard trotting. he takes the time to look her up and down; her coat, her hooves, and the lovely little pastels. ]
[She tilted her head at him. Taking a wobbly backstep when he started to stretch his front legs out. Flinching when she bumped into a wall. Her fluffy tail giving a little lash, like that could brush the wall away... It did nothing.
Her nose wrinkled at the comment.] Sometimes... [Sometimes she was fine, sometimes she stumbled and forgot how her legs worked. But her frown smoothed out soon enough. It wasn't important, they'd both been struggling with this.]
I woke up like this...[It wasn't her week, she'd been ill then this.] I had help getting down before. [Mikasa turned slightly, looking back down the hall she'd come from. A soft sigh slipping out. Brow furrowing once more.]
... Have you seen Armin? His phone doesn't seem to be working. [There was nothing when she tried and she hadn't seen him since before she'd gotten on the train.]
[ he gestures with a circling gesture with his finger, but it does eventually fall flat when armin is mentioned. well, they're going to have to talk about it, even the rather bad news. ]
I haven't seen him. [ he hands fall to his sides. ] Anywhere. I tried looking, but, [ his tongue clicks. ] they said it's a waste of time if he isn't here anymore.
[After Armin's disappearance, they'd started sharing a room. Sometimes it was Eren's, sometimes it was her's. The only thing the set the rooms apart was whose meager belongings were there, and even that line was being blurred by a blanket there, the odd shirt here.
Mikasa slept better for it, gently lulled to sleep by the sound of steady breathing. Snuggling up close under the covers. They were in 'her' room, a basket of yarn nestled in one corner. Sprouting strawberry plants on the windowsill. It was peaceful, cozy. And Mikasa was happily dozing.
Until she was so rudely roused by something scraping near her window. Her eyes peeling open as stared. Then she jolted upright when a plant pot crashed to the ground--! Ready to fight.
Except, sat where the pot had been was a small creature that babbled. Lifting chubby little arms to wave. Wobbling at it tried to stand. Mikasa didn't even think. She just saw small, defenseless and on a ledge, she nearly lept across the room to scoop it up. Cradling the... Tiny jinba's body the best she could as it gurgled and giggled. It's small hands coming up to cling to Mikasa's nightshirt.]
...uh?
[Where did this little cuddle bug come from? The window was closed... ]
[ a possible answer: from their bed, or at least close to it. in eren’s half-drowsy stupor when he first woke up, the trip over to the bathroom was one that paid little attention to the scraps of warmed leaves under the shared covers of their bed, mistaking them for fabric folds and nothing more (even more so when they were so still then). a quick shower was usually what woke him up, followed by brushing his teeth, and during that he steps out of the bathroom and back into their room to . . . stop, and stop brushing, too.
he can’t speak with his mouth full, but he tries, brows giving signal of his confusion and stepping closer: what is that?, he asks, frothing the paste to his lips as he did and attempting to cup under his chin so it wouldn’t fall.
[Mikasa had been so shaken by the crashing pot that she'd not noticed her bedmate missing. She didn't even have time to look back as her attention was taken up by the small creature that was settling in her arms.
The pair both turned their heads when Eren neared. Black and green eyes peering at him, wait no. Only black eyes. The small plant toddler turning it's head and snuggling into Mikasa's neck. As Mikasa started to move, taking a step closer o Eren so he could see it.]
Did you have the window open?
[Had he opened it then close it after this one had snuck in?]
[ no comes as a given when eren brings his eyebrows into a second crunch and shakes his head once. that— that chubby cheeked leaf-thing looked far too much like an actual baby to comfort him. ah, hold on . . . he needs to go back to the bathroom to spit, and calls out with his back briefly turned to them but with the door wide open: ]
The door wasn’t open either.
[ through the mirror’s front reflection of his as he rinses and pats his mouth dry with a towel, he offers mikasa a questioning glance. ]
[The glance was missed, for the 'baby' gurgled drawing Mikasa's attention again. She shuffled her arms slightly, hugging them tighter to her body. Getting a bubbling laugh from the child. Mikasa's eyes watching them.]
How did you get here, huh?
[Just more gurgles, more nuzzles from it. And Mikasa finally looked up at Eren again, frowning.] I've not seen anything like this before... Not even here.
[ through the mirror, eren watches, not so much bothered than he was actually confused about where the thing came from. the way mikasa held it, and the way eren's steps came to a slow, observant stop while he kept staring, and staring—
he kicks away an invading thought that he didn't want to think about, now, but one that threatened to make his ears burn. into the room he went, coming closer to mikasa to set his hand around her waist and look down at both of them. the hair, the eyes, the face shape, the . . . energy? can he call it that? ]
It . . . Looks like us.
[ the face, not the body, and even the body— it was reminiscent of the monsters they had become the latest. the thought invades him again, and this time, eren couldn't fight it off. not when he made it verbal. ]
[ a pleasant surprise under his messages that he promptly responds to (and blinks, quite widely when there are texts from a night he barely remembers). back to the present, he never did get the chance to speak to him about that loneliness— ]
We did alright for greenhorns, I think.
[ might as well attach a picture of the dish he missed this time: chicken stuffed baked sweet potatoes with a cheddar filling topped with bbq sauce. you can easily tell which one was eren’s (the messier one). ]
[ The attached picture actually manages to coax the tiny ghost of a smile from Stiles, his first since returning. Somehow, the sight of Alex and Eren's dishes side by side brings him a sense of pride in his friends. They've come far. And he doesn't just mean with cooking. ]
[ he was going to start capsing because i fuckin forgot but now it just feels a little too serious to cap. did you forget everything? was it at the same point in time like you never left in the first place? did anyone notice?
I’m fine. Might miss cooking class again this week because I’m behind on stuff with the store, but that’s all.
[ The real reason is that Stiles doesn’t think he has the energy to be around other people right now. It’d just be easier if he ditched class altogether. ]
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backdated to early april - action later yo
theyre showing us how to make plant pots
its free
[Maybe to some people here, it was cheap. Her wanting to make them instead of going to a gardening store and buying them. But it seemed like a useful thing to learn, save a little money to something more useful.
...And it was just something to do. They had so much free time.]
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something about vistors from outside
but theyre doing this to celebrate
im going
was thinking of growing some things on the windowsill
seems easier than the gardening centers they have here
do you want to try
im already at the gardens looking at the fete
[She was living her best life.]
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ALRIGHT
I’LL FIND YOU
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...She'd regret wearing light colours later.
But for now, Mikasa was just wandering around the stalls, looking at all the handcrafted items. The ribbon on her straw hat dancing in the wind. This second was wood carvings. Mainly a little bird and all the details of it's little feathers being etched out.]
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he’d caught sight of her beforehand, comes up from behind, and gently leans himself down to her shoulder to eliminate personal space. he’s allowed to do this, now. boyfriend rules. ]
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So she wasn't all that surprised when he got close. Though her retinas had been burned... Okay, maybe it was just Eren's way of enjoying this place. Trying all the different dyes and clothing styles they couldn't back home. But Mikasa would stick to what she was used to. There was enough new and strange already without trying to wear clothes that had seams in odd places.
When she felt the slight weight lean on her, she pointed. To this little guy.]
They're all handmade.... I've never seen anything like these back home though.
[Where there weren't machines. It should have been equal, the same tools... But a craftsman back home had other things to make. More important things.
There was something oddly melancholy about that.]
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does this need a nsfw tag??
cw: penis shaped objects
cw: innuendo
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I think this ones almost done?
i think so!
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🐎 backdated to last phase - CENTAUR TIEM! 🦄
With some help from Konoha she'd managed to get outside. Have a walk, pick up some bread, just learning how her new legs worked. Except now she'd gotten back to the apartment-
Almost... She was in the lobby. Standing there with her little paper bag of bread, staring at the stairs. She'd let Konoha lead her down before, but now she was uneasy. Scuffing at the ground with her hooves.
The elevator had completely left her mind.]🐎!
eren only returns from his own day walk (and konoha program) as the day ends, finally finding it easier to walk as long as he isn't thinking about it, just as instructed. just like walking, although the echoing phantom sounds of extra hooves hitting the floor behind him made his ears swivel, getting back to the apartment was easier enough. in fact— with armin no where in sight and considering he's returned home, maybe it might be a good idea to change housing and go somewhere smaller. maybe less city-bound. he'd get to that soon enough when met with stairs, clopping halfway up them about a half hour after mikasa had and—
there's a crash. he's fallen all the way down with one slip up responsible. ]
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For a moment, Mikasa was still. Lips pursed. Then she broke into a trot, ears pricking as she went to the source. Stumbling as she came to stop.]
Eren? You're like this too? [She took a few steps closer, then stopped. Giving him space to get up.] Are you okay?
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Mikasa— [ so she was in the same predicament. after so many falls and figuring out his own ways to get up, eren knew he just needed a moment to gather his bearings and measure his space. with that out of the way, he inhales, pulls the momentum of his torso backwards before swinging forward. hands pushing off the ground, he soon had his front legs loudly clambering to straighten, followed by the wobble of his hind limbs. it took a start to find his balance, but he no longer fell. ] I just stepped up wrong.
[ ah, actually— he heard trotting. he takes the time to look her up and down; her coat, her hooves, and the lovely little pastels. ]
You’re walking well enough.
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Her nose wrinkled at the comment.] Sometimes... [Sometimes she was fine, sometimes she stumbled and forgot how her legs worked. But her frown smoothed out soon enough. It wasn't important, they'd both been struggling with this.]
I woke up like this...[It wasn't her week, she'd been ill then this.] I had help getting down before. [Mikasa turned slightly, looking back down the hall she'd come from. A soft sigh slipping out. Brow furrowing once more.]
... Have you seen Armin? His phone doesn't seem to be working. [There was nothing when she tried and she hadn't seen him since before she'd gotten on the train.]
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[ he gestures with a circling gesture with his finger, but it does eventually fall flat when armin is mentioned. well, they're going to have to talk about it, even the rather bad news. ]
I haven't seen him. [ he hands fall to his sides. ] Anywhere. I tried looking, but, [ his tongue clicks. ] they said it's a waste of time if he isn't here anymore.
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cw for horse dong, i am sorry
YOu're not
i'm not
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and done?
and done!
PLANT BABBY -
Mikasa slept better for it, gently lulled to sleep by the sound of steady breathing. Snuggling up close under the covers. They were in 'her' room, a basket of yarn nestled in one corner. Sprouting strawberry plants on the windowsill. It was peaceful, cozy. And Mikasa was happily dozing.
Until she was so rudely roused by something scraping near her window. Her eyes peeling open as stared. Then she jolted upright when a plant pot crashed to the ground--! Ready to fight.
Except, sat where the pot had been was a small creature that babbled. Lifting chubby little arms to wave. Wobbling at it tried to stand. Mikasa didn't even think. She just saw small, defenseless and on a ledge, she nearly lept across the room to scoop it up. Cradling the... Tiny jinba's body the best she could as it gurgled and giggled. It's small hands coming up to cling to Mikasa's nightshirt.]
...uh?
[Where did this little cuddle bug come from? The window was closed... ]
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he can’t speak with his mouth full, but he tries, brows giving signal of his confusion and stepping closer: what is that?, he asks, frothing the paste to his lips as he did and attempting to cup under his chin so it wouldn’t fall.
he didn’t know they had a chia pet. ]
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The pair both turned their heads when Eren neared. Black and green eyes peering at him, wait no. Only black eyes. The small plant toddler turning it's head and snuggling into Mikasa's neck. As Mikasa started to move, taking a step closer o Eren so he could see it.]
Did you have the window open?
[Had he opened it then close it after this one had snuck in?]
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The door wasn’t open either.
[ through the mirror’s front reflection of his as he rinses and pats his mouth dry with a towel, he offers mikasa a questioning glance. ]
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How did you get here, huh?
[Just more gurgles, more nuzzles from it. And Mikasa finally looked up at Eren again, frowning.] I've not seen anything like this before... Not even here.
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he kicks away an invading thought that he didn't want to think about, now, but one that threatened to make his ears burn. into the room he went, coming closer to mikasa to set his hand around her waist and look down at both of them. the hair, the eyes, the face shape, the . . . energy? can he call it that? ]
It . . . Looks like us.
[ the face, not the body, and even the body— it was reminiscent of the monsters they had become the latest. the thought invades him again, and this time, eren couldn't fight it off. not when he made it verbal. ]
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think we can close up!
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We did alright for greenhorns, I think.
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I was starting to think you got taken back.
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I was. It's been three months for me.
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[ he was going to start capsing because i fuckin forgot but now it just feels a little too serious to cap. did you forget everything? was it at the same point in time like you never left in the first place? did anyone notice?
did you lose your sense of time? ]
Are you feeling alright?
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[ The real reason is that Stiles doesn’t think he has the energy to be around other people right now. It’d just be easier if he ditched class altogether. ]
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