[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 was hard to believe it being handmade for being so detailed, as perfect as a portrait and rivaling the likes of a photograph. ]
It looks real. [ but there’s something else he wonders as his eyes invade the loops and fissures that created the wooden owl, making it come to life. ] Did you like it?
It's nice... [Not a yes, not a no.] It looks like it could come to life at any moment. [Though if it'd been a real bird, it would have been moving by now. So would the others. She liked the skill, was impressed by it. But the figure itself? She was more amazed by the work than she cared for the creature.
Then quietly, she added. Just for Eren. Offering him a small smile.]
I hope this clay thing won't be as detailed. I don't think we'll be able to make anything like this.
[Not for a long time and a lot of practise anyway.]
[ said offhandedly when his eyes were still on the wooden bird. think about it— if they get their own cabin instead of an apartment and he grabs some logs and starts carving . . . a hobby, maybe? it he wanted to destroy perfectly good logs into splinters. anyway, from hovering over mikasa’s shoulder (close enough for his nose and breathing to tickle her cheek and neck), he shifts to her side and finds her hand, fingers first, between the spaces of her’s. right, there were still the clay things. ]
[At least it could be used as kindling... Maybe. Though Mikasa wasn't sure if she'd enjoy it. It was impressive but she thought the wood might have better uses.
She shuffled, hunching her shoulders when the warm breath tickled her neck. Giving him the most minor of frowns, giving a little shuffle out of the way so he wasn't right on her neck. Ducking her head as she laced her fingers with his.]
This way... [Even if the breath on her neck, the closeness made her flush. She still held his hand, starting to tug him along. Heading to a marquee, tables scattered around under the canopy. Spinning plates embedded on the top.
The moment they walked into the tent's shadow a woman was haggling them, directing them to a table. Telling them to roll up their sleeves.
Soon enough they were at a table, each with a spinning plate and blob of clay in front of them. The only instruction given was to 'feel the clay'.]
[ the real question here is if they'll ever get over the fact that they're dating— anyway! the clay blob is given a ripe stare down as eren finds his seat once they're there, pulling up an empty stool, fixing his sleeves up to his elbows and . . . taking the blob into his hands, feeling it up like he would dough (that he's tried a few times in the kitchen of disaster) until some parts squeeze between his fingers. ]
[Dating wasn't all that different to what they normally did. Not really. Just little things like the handholding felt so much more... more, now she knew he reciprocated. But for now her heart was safe again, as they seperated to roll up sleeves. Mikasa's gem and bandaged arm becoming visable.
Something that got the teacher's attention. They were right over, giving Mikasa an elbow-length plastic glove, tutting. Gotta keep the clay of out of the 'wound', Mikasa didn't even have time to refuse.
Then they were left with their clay. Mikasa prodded her own block of clay. Looking at the dent her finger left.
She looked at Eren for a moment. Slowly turning back to her clay blob, then back to Eren. Giving him the squint.]
[ he looks over, to mikasa's workspace, and while embarrassed that his question looked absolutely stupid now: ]
Yours.
[ his clay was on a separate plate next to the spinning ones, no one can blame him....... besides that, what can they do with this! he has not even close to a clue as to what can be considered the next best action. put the clay on the spinning plate, then? ]
[Mikasa kept poking her blob. Pulling a small face as it slowly spun and turned into a donut... An ugly donut. But as it spun and her fingers remained still, more clay was being pushed around. She pulled it back. Watching the clay just go round and round.
This class though... There really wasn't any instruction other than 'feel the clay' huh? She looked at some of the others, a few who had the instructor's attention on something that looked complicated.]
I think we're just supposed to make shapes for now... [She shrugged slightly. Leaning to grab her clay and just squishing it around. Seeing how much it would stretch before ccrumbling.]
[ he tries it, but not without watching mikasa time and time again for a sense of direction. observing and repeating the donut spin to get a feel for it himself, eren eventually inhales, straightens his back, and puts his determination to good use.
it isn’t exactly pretty when his mound of clay goes flying— and so does his confidence in keeping his eyes on his failed pottery. mikasa...........
[The blind was leading the blind. Because Mikasa had no idea what she was doing. Her attempt was...more of a lump of clay on the spinning plate with a small tube coming up. Lopsided, but it seemed similar (??) to what the others had and were turning into vases.
She was focusing on that. Watching as it wobbled and moving her hand to try and hold it up.
Mikasa didn't even have time to react. The wheezing sound of Eren's plate having a burst of speed was all she heard as disaster struck. His clay flattening out and chunks flying. One hitting Mikasa's vase, one hitting her in the boob on her chest as she turned to look at him. The unimpressed look.
Not watching her vase attempt slowly collapse and...it...it'd gone flaccid. Tragic, not that Mikasa even noticed what her vase looked like slumped over.]
[ at least mikasa could do enough to actually lead somewhere! to eren's eyes, he was already impressed with what she had done up until the moment his rogue clay flew out of control and right into her's. his, his was a lost cause, but mikasa's—
eren leaves his post to come over and at least help her from losing the saving piece she still had. their instructor, meanwhile, is gasping, ]
We can still save yours, [ he says with haste, copying mikasa's earlier motions to bringing the vase back to proper standing. no. it wasn't proper. ]
[Little did Eren know, Mikasa's would have cracked during curing because parts of the clay was thicker than others.
Mikasa just stared at Eren. Not believing him, blatantly. She was filled with doubts. So many doubts as she watched him. Her hands still near her vase. She'd not been touching it. Her hands had just been hovering, frozen where they'd been before he'd knocked it.
Her lips pursed, cheeks puffing in a small pout. But with that, she turned to look and move her hands way leaving Eren to it.
Watching him...
Staring... Turning her head to look at him. A faint flush rising to her cheeks. Had he..? She wasn't sure and turned back to the vase again, finding that it looked even less proper. Her eyebrows furrowing as she brought her hands up slowly, hiding behind them.
[ had he realized the vase now looks like a penis? very much like a penis? diligently, he keeps his index finger and thumb close together to form the vase’s neck, then gradually begins his stroking descent from the slightly pointed tip to the base. he’ll fix the top after, now he just needs to make sure it’ll stay upright. and it is!
he’s so goddamn focused with what he’s doing that he truly thinks he’s doing great. stroking the sides down to smooth it out with his palm is, frankly, looking more and more explicit. ]
I think I’m getting the hang of it.
[ unfortunately, he sounds rather proud saying this. see, mikasa? he’s doing a good job. ]
Mikasa just slowly peered up at him, looking over her fingers as she watched. Unsure what to do. He... He was making it even worse. But he sounded so proud, like he'd not realised. Could she shatter that? She was blunt but... Maybe it was better if she didn't say? Play oblivious? She ummed and ahhed, a small hum slipping out.]
...Eren...[It was a weak, a noticeable tremor.]
Maybe- Maybe we should start again. [Then slowly, like a cat, she made a tentative swipe at it, swatting at the air around his hand in warning. BACK, her clay.]
[ now? when it was at its best? eren surely looks up with bewildered but crunched brows. ]
What do you mean? I got it back up. [ the word choice was awful for the situation, enough that one of their nearby classmates were turning purple to keep in how much they were laughing, now visible through the wheezing between their teeth. ] Now I’d just have to— What?
[ he’s had it with the funny bone over there, and gives mikasa the room in tending to the clay as he gets up and faces the offender. and the teacher and the other’s who seem to be laughing and why? his vase just needed a mouth and that was easy enough if he pushed his fingers down the top.
[Mikasa was also turning purple, for a different reason. She trembled a little as she ducked her head at the sound of giggling. Help, she is in pain.
But with Eren's head turned, her hands slowly crept towards the 'vase', intending to try and fix it. Make it...less. Only to freeze when Eren turns back. Her hands brushing the shaft of it.
She wasn't trying to sabotage it or anything. Honest! She innocent.]
[ maybe if he closes his eyes, he will not see his mistake. because now he does see it. being so focused in getting the attention for finally fixing something and instead ruining it— he just wants to hide. instead, while avoiding eye contact, eren sits down and drowns out the quiet chuckling with no easy short cut (which means he doesn’t really drown anything out). he can feel the color heating his neck already. ]
[QUICK WHILE HE SITS-! She just gives it a little shove, making it...wilt... Okay, never mind! Just going in with both hands to mush it as the laughter started anew. The peen was gone though, even if the blushing was not. It never would be.
Mikasa kept squishing the clay together until it was a fat disk spinning on the plate. Sitting down once that was done. Her shoulders falling as she resisted the urge to cover her face with her messy hands. A weak noise slipping out as she struggled for a word.]
-tried... [She swallowed, a frown forming on her face in a sulky near-pout.] Shouldn't you recognise more than me?
[He had one. He should know what it looked like, he saw it every day.]
[ in a heightened hush. it’s not like he looked at his penis with the utmost attention—! but either way, eren knew there was little to argue about, coupled with the fact that he didn’t want to talk about his penis viewing ways. maybe he was better off trying to make a vase again, with a new slab of clay. he almost seems to mope as he tries to trudge through his embarrassment to get started back in his own seat, and ends up saying quietly: ]
I just— wanted to fix the vase for you. Make something for you.
[His outburst about making something for her, only got more giggles from behind them. Terrible. Mikasa just closed her eyes, wincing, not looking at him. Dying inside as she slowly reached for her clay again, just kneading it for now. She wasn't even trying to make anything, just distracting herself.
She remained silent. Not to leave him stewing intentionally, she just needed a moment to collect herself.]
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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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It looks real. [ but there’s something else he wonders as his eyes invade the loops and fissures that created the wooden owl, making it come to life. ] Did you like it?
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It's nice... [Not a yes, not a no.] It looks like it could come to life at any moment. [Though if it'd been a real bird, it would have been moving by now. So would the others. She liked the skill, was impressed by it. But the figure itself? She was more amazed by the work than she cared for the creature.
Then quietly, she added. Just for Eren. Offering him a small smile.]
I hope this clay thing won't be as detailed. I don't think we'll be able to make anything like this.
[Not for a long time and a lot of practise anyway.]
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[ said offhandedly when his eyes were still on the wooden bird. think about it— if they get their own cabin instead of an apartment and he grabs some logs and starts carving . . . a hobby, maybe? it he wanted to destroy perfectly good logs into splinters. anyway, from hovering over mikasa’s shoulder (close enough for his nose and breathing to tickle her cheek and neck), he shifts to her side and finds her hand, fingers first, between the spaces of her’s. right, there were still the clay things. ]
Where do we go?
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She shuffled, hunching her shoulders when the warm breath tickled her neck. Giving him the most minor of frowns, giving a little shuffle out of the way so he wasn't right on her neck. Ducking her head as she laced her fingers with his.]
This way... [Even if the breath on her neck, the closeness made her flush. She still held his hand, starting to tug him along. Heading to a marquee, tables scattered around under the canopy. Spinning plates embedded on the top.
The moment they walked into the tent's shadow a woman was haggling them, directing them to a table. Telling them to roll up their sleeves.
Soon enough they were at a table, each with a spinning plate and blob of clay in front of them. The only instruction given was to 'feel the clay'.]
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What're the plates for, food?
[ he ]
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Something that got the teacher's attention. They were right over, giving Mikasa an elbow-length plastic glove, tutting. Gotta keep the clay of out of the 'wound', Mikasa didn't even have time to refuse.
Then they were left with their clay. Mikasa prodded her own block of clay. Looking at the dent her finger left.
She looked at Eren for a moment. Slowly turning back to her clay blob, then back to Eren. Giving him the squint.]
...There's clay on it?
[Eren don't eat food of the dirty clay plates.]
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Yours.
[ his clay was on a separate plate next to the spinning ones, no one can blame him....... besides that, what can they do with this! he has not even close to a clue as to what can be considered the next best action. put the clay on the spinning plate, then? ]
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This class though... There really wasn't any instruction other than 'feel the clay' huh? She looked at some of the others, a few who had the instructor's attention on something that looked complicated.]
I think we're just supposed to make shapes for now... [She shrugged slightly. Leaning to grab her clay and just squishing it around. Seeing how much it would stretch before ccrumbling.]
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it isn’t exactly pretty when his mound of clay goes flying— and so does his confidence in keeping his eyes on his failed pottery. mikasa...........
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She was focusing on that. Watching as it wobbled and moving her hand to try and hold it up.
Mikasa didn't even have time to react. The wheezing sound of Eren's plate having a burst of speed was all she heard as disaster struck. His clay flattening out and chunks flying. One hitting Mikasa's vase, one hitting her
in the boobon her chest as she turned to look at him. The unimpressed look.Not watching her vase attempt slowly collapse and...it...it'd gone flaccid. Tragic, not that Mikasa even noticed what her vase looked like slumped over.]
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eren leaves his post to come over and at least help her from losing the saving piece she still had. their instructor, meanwhile, is gasping, ]
We can still save yours, [ he says with haste, copying mikasa's earlier motions to bringing the vase back to proper standing. no. it wasn't proper. ]
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Little did Eren know, Mikasa's would have cracked during curing because parts of the clay was thicker than others.Mikasa just stared at Eren. Not believing him, blatantly. She was filled with doubts. So many doubts as she watched him. Her hands still near her vase. She'd not been touching it. Her hands had just been hovering, frozen where they'd been before he'd knocked it.
Her lips pursed, cheeks puffing in a small pout. But with that, she turned to look and move her hands way leaving Eren to it.
Watching him...
Staring... Turning her head to look at him. A faint flush rising to her cheeks. Had he..? She wasn't sure and turned back to the vase again, finding that it looked even less proper. Her eyebrows furrowing as she brought her hands up slowly, hiding behind them.
...Eren no...]
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he’s so goddamn focused with what he’s doing that he truly thinks he’s doing great. stroking the sides down to smooth it out with his palm is, frankly, looking more and more explicit. ]
I think I’m getting the hang of it.
[ unfortunately, he sounds rather proud saying this. see, mikasa? he’s doing a good job. ]
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Mikasa just slowly peered up at him, looking over her fingers as she watched. Unsure what to do. He... He was making it even worse. But he sounded so proud, like he'd not realised. Could she shatter that? She was blunt but... Maybe it was better if she didn't say? Play oblivious? She ummed and ahhed, a small hum slipping out.]
...Eren...[It was a weak, a noticeable tremor.]
Maybe- Maybe we should start again. [Then slowly, like a cat, she made a tentative swipe at it, swatting at the air around his hand in warning. BACK, her clay.]
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What do you mean? I got it back up. [ the word choice was awful for the situation, enough that one of their nearby classmates were turning purple to keep in how much they were laughing, now visible through the wheezing between their teeth. ] Now I’d just have to— What?
[ he’s had it with the funny bone over there, and gives mikasa the room in tending to the clay as he gets up and faces the offender. and the teacher and the other’s who seem to be laughing and why? his vase just needed a mouth and that was easy enough if he pushed his fingers down the top.
wait a minute— ]
does this need a nsfw tag??
But with Eren's head turned, her hands slowly crept towards the 'vase', intending to try and fix it. Make it...less. Only to freeze when Eren turns back. Her hands brushing the shaft of it.
She wasn't trying to sabotage it or anything. Honest! She innocent.]
cw: penis shaped objects
Why didn’t you tell me—?!
cw: innuendo
Mikasa kept squishing the clay together until it was a fat disk spinning on the plate. Sitting down once that was done. Her shoulders falling as she resisted the urge to cover her face with her messy hands. A weak noise slipping out as she struggled for a word.]
-tried... [She swallowed, a frown forming on her face in a sulky near-pout.] Shouldn't you recognise more than me?
[He had one. He should know what it looked like, he saw it every day.]
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I wasn’t focused on that!
[ in a heightened hush. it’s not like he looked at his penis with the utmost attention—! but either way, eren knew there was little to argue about, coupled with the fact that he didn’t want to talk about his penis viewing ways. maybe he was better off trying to make a vase again, with a new slab of clay. he almost seems to mope as he tries to trudge through his embarrassment to get started back in his own seat, and ends up saying quietly: ]
I just— wanted to fix the vase for you. Make something for you.
[ tunnel vision did not help him, sadly. ]
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She remained silent. Not to leave him stewing intentionally, she just needed a moment to collect herself.]
...Thank you. [For trying.] Sorry...
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I think this ones almost done?
i think so!
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