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[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.]
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.]
i dont think so
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.]
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.]
[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.]
...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 erenās easy to spot, itās because of the more passionate colors on himā most of the time, theyāre mismatched, to everyoneās dismay. he doesnāt have a sense of fashion??? or maybe he does and itās just joltingly peculiar (wrong, he just thinks the colors are neat and definitely doesnāt have a sense of fashion). on top of the tie-dye sweatpants, solid blue t-shirt and plain fedora, heās got a neon red fanny pack. eren is already invalid. but he thinks itās cool so weāre stuck with this.
heād caught sight of her beforehand, comes up from behind, and gently leans himself down to her shoulder to eliminate personal space. heās allowed to do this, now. boyfriend rules. ]
heād caught sight of her beforehand, comes up from behind, and gently leans himself down to her shoulder to eliminate personal space. heās 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.
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.]
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.]
![To this little guy.]](https://www.martynbednarczuk.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/barn-owl1-773x1030.jpg){kind=link}
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.]
[ 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 thereās 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 looks real. [ but thereās 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?
[She remained silent thinking on the question.]
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.]
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.]
āI can try it.
[ said offhandedly when his eyes were still on the wooden bird. think about itā 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 mikasaās 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 herās. right, there were still the clay things. ]
Where do we go?
[ said offhandedly when his eyes were still on the wooden bird. think about itā 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 mikasaās 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 herās. right, there were still the clay things. ]
Where do we go?
[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'.]
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. ]
What're the plates for, food?
[ he ]
What're the plates for, food?
[ he ]
[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.]
...There's clay on it?
[Eren don't eat food of the dirty clay plates.]
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.]
[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.]
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.
[ 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? ]
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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[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.]
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.]
[ 
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. ]
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?
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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[ 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 isnāt exactly pretty when his mound of clay goes flyingā and so does his confidence in keeping his eyes on his failed pottery. mikasa...........
]
it isnāt exactly pretty when his mound of clay goes flyingā 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 herin 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.]
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
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.]
[ one of erenās ears swivel first, then came his head, ]
Mikasaā [ 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, actuallyā he heard trotting. he takes the time to look her up and down; her coat, her hooves, and the lovely little pastels. ]
Youāre walking well enough.
Mikasaā [ 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, actuallyā he heard trotting. he takes the time to look her up and down; her coat, her hooves, and the lovely little pastels. ]
Youāre walking well enough.
[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.]
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.]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
And I got help around with . . .
[ 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.
[ 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.
[One of her hooves scuffed at the ground in unease. Swallowing. Giving a small nod. Her staying down.]
...Just like that? [It was so sudden, she wasn't sure what to say about it. She had heard rumors about people who disappeared. From the people who'd been to other worlds before, it sounded unbelievable. But it made as much sense as them just showing up here.] I hope they're right... [That he was back home where he was safe. That he'd not been like her, ill and compelled to go to the water. But blue gem people could breathe down there, couldn't they?
The silence dragged. Almost mournfully as Mikasa lifting her head.]
I'd hoped he'd have some ideas about how to handle this...
[She shrugged, waving a hand at Eren's horse butt. Armin was smart, he'd have known the logistics of getting two large horse people around the stairs and apartment... But he wasn't there to ask.]
...Just like that? [It was so sudden, she wasn't sure what to say about it. She had heard rumors about people who disappeared. From the people who'd been to other worlds before, it sounded unbelievable. But it made as much sense as them just showing up here.] I hope they're right... [That he was back home where he was safe. That he'd not been like her, ill and compelled to go to the water. But blue gem people could breathe down there, couldn't they?
The silence dragged. Almost mournfully as Mikasa lifting her head.]
I'd hoped he'd have some ideas about how to handle this...
[She shrugged, waving a hand at Eren's horse butt. Armin was smart, he'd have known the logistics of getting two large horse people around the stairs and apartment... But he wasn't there to ask.]
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