[ konoha's help in learning how to get his new legs to work mostly properly had sufficed; now, the practice was all on eren. his new frame was taurish and wide enough to rival a thoroughbred's, and so was his height, now added onto the waist of his (more human) torso upwards. every clop of his scaled legs was wobbled down a wide open path of concrete on emerald park, ambivalent at all times to sink his maned hooves into the fresh and cared for grass. it felt— wrong, don't ask him why. it made more sense in his head than not, especially with anything having to do with flattening as a whole.
a woman up ahead is on the same path as him, but it isn't large enough to be a two-way avenue, the closer they got, the more eren knew someone was going to have to step out of the way. he would, if the limits of the concrete weren't surrounded by hundreds of tiny living things, ah— they bump, he can feel it, and his journey in trying to maintain on the cement without pummeling the grass or the girl in his wake is actually as hilarious as a horse on skates. he's lost balance, it's going to take him some tries to snatch it back, much less trying to avoid them both. there battered his tail and thank god his single horn had sprouted in the middle of his forehead and not anywhere lower to easily weaponize.
[ Eunyu, in her life, has never felt so much embarrassment on behalf of someone else. She'd known Eren was fast (questionable) approaching behind her, could hear him come up, but made no attempts to move out of his way. She was here first, of course, and he could deal with her.
But his approach itself made her... unsure. What she assumed was some kind of lame dog or a cow or something turns out to be a guy with the motor skills of sliced bread, and it would be comical to try and watch him right himself if he wasn't so damn big.
Eunyu skitters away from him, staying on the path, and foolishly running ahead of him. ]
What're you doing?!
[ She wants to yell at him some bright, fun insults, but he looks like he's already suffering enough just trying to stay upright... Okay maybe just one. ]
If you were a racehorse they would have shot you already!
[ one, single hoof hits the grass, and the sudden change in terrain gets the taur’s gut (or guts?) to ice over and drop like an anchor. as fast as he was to pull back like he would if he stuck one of his limbs into a furnace and back on the cement, he’s done it. he’s stepped on the grass. oh no the poor grass— ]
I’m sorry— Shit— [ he seems to be regaining equilibrium, with less stumbling, but he sees the girl as correct in her insult. both his hands cradle his head with growing anxiety, on of his hooves hitting the concrete path with the same agitation his fur and scales shifted with. ] What do I do now?
[ The simple solution all along would have been for him to walk on the grass and pass by Eunyu leisurely strolling; why this idiot thought careening down the path was the best course to take she'll never know, but at least he is a comfortable enough distance away that Eunyu doesn't feel like he's going to trample her.
She stops fleeing from him, at least, scoffing at the way he pulls his- horse? cow? deer? foot away from the grass like he's stepped in lava. People here really are... insane. Really. ]
Are you talking to me or the grass?
[ She really isn't sure of the answer to that right now. ]
[ he can’t even— reach that low to touch it, his horse body would end up awkwardly angled and he’d try to stretch too far down. eren still tries to anyway, expanding the horizontal space between his front legs to be able to bow, somewhat, enough to card the trampled grass blades with his fingertips. the grass is actually fine. ]
[ eren separating from his main group was possibly thanks to his absolute distraction after getting to sample a little plastic spatula of yaranak's prized honey. one test led to a potent desire to lick it all off and the childish pique for more of a good thing to satisfy his sweet tooth. mead— even some little honey containers to take with them, you can bet he's taking plenty with his housemates (and himself, of course) in mind. trying now an assortment of honeys from wildflower to clover and orange blossom (with a mug of mead in one hand), eren reaches over to one of the sampling handouts to get his hands on a spatula to finally pick out his remaining choices.
beads of it fall down his arm and to the floor, the floor where everyone is stepping and . . . he has a convincing need to lick it all up before it's too late. priority ends up going to the little drop on the floor, all as eren holds up one arm, holding his mead, and the other trickling honey down to his elbow. make way, y'all. ]
[ Luffy loves meat the most, but sweets are a close second. So he's all about this honey tasting, and some of the sweet mead. He can hold alcohol well enough, thanks to his fast metabolism, but he's more interested in just the varieties of honey. It sticks to everything, everyone, in this shiny, irresistible way.
It's chance that Luffy ends up nearby when Eren goes chasing his own drop of honey. But that arm up, honey dripping all over, is...somehow impossible to ignore. Luffy has no sense of personal space generally, but he's aware you don't just go around licking strangers. That would be super weird, right?
But for some reason that doesn't occur to him here. All he can consider is that trickling golden honey, and how it might also drip down to the floor and be wasted. Well, they can't have that! So he takes Eren's arm with one slightly-sticky hand and licks that line of honey off. It's easy for a guy with a stretchy tongue. ]
[ even on the floor all this honey can’t go to waste! none of it! how gross is licking something off the street? very, but it also didn’t seem to deter eren in saving this little drop and getting one more taste elsewhere. it was alarming to have his arm taken, and at first it comes to his mind it might be one of his friends— or the captain (oh no) trying to pull him up.
it wasn’t either of his guesses, and the dreaded fact is solidified when something wet slurps right up his arm and takes all that god damn honey! no! that’s disgusting! never mind he’s been coated in titan spit on more than one occasion, but— still, this doesn’t bring calm, but a chill up his spine as he yanks his arm back. ]
Hey!
[ was that— sticky honey residue on this guy’s fingers?! ]
[ Luffy's eyes go wide when Eren takes his arm back. ]
Whoa! You're a person!
[ Did this dumbass captain think that an arm with honey on it was just hanging out randomly? Apparently so. It hadn't really occurred to him to think beyond it. He's always been driven by impulse, for better or worse (often for worse). Now is no different. Besides, something about the honey just...entices him, even if that's not all that hard to do. ]
That honey's really good, huh?
[ No apology. No explanation. No recognition of how absolutely bonkers this interaction has been for the past few seconds. He just goes right on like nothing is strange, offering his too-wide grin to Eren. ]
[ late into march, the walls of a three room apartment had become too small to satisfy eren especially when night had come, and brought with it more activity that needed burning. he’d take many forms, then, mostly dependent on the eyes that saw him, but at the moment it was compact, sleek and pitched with inky black fur that shined silver under malachite’s moon. the fox trots right through the patches of shadow born from high buildings and glowing lamp posts, and settles his attention on a child walking with their hand wrapped around their mother’s, another holding a delighting treat from festive stalls to make way for spring (and the primavera getaway). the child was slurping away at an ice cream cone one minute, then a dry, brittle little stick the next. by the time they threw their tongue around a vanilla scoop, it was around bark.
the child would begin to cry, of course, but there the fox sat with a cone sticking out from between its teeth to give a lasting snicker and— oh, cold. ]
[The evenings still got a bit chilly, but early on the weather was nice. And there weren't any biting insects about. These apartments came with tiny balconies, just enough room for two chairs and maybe a tiny folding table. Or for one Kaede to stretch her legs out and take over the whole thing.
Initially, she hadn't paid much mind to the child and parent; they were far out of range two stories down, weren't paying attention to her, and so Kaede had shuffled them off to so much background decoration. Then something darted from the gathering shadows below--something with pointed ears and a bottlebrush tail. A dog...?
That got Kaede's attention right quick, and she stood from the creaky chair promptly to get a better look. The dog(?) wasn't easy to keep track of in the dark; she heard the child begin to shriek, but she had no sympathy for it whatsoever.
--ah, movement again. There was the dog, unhelpfully black against shadow. It'd seemed it stole the child's ice cream--that was what let her spot it. It seemed rather smug about it, almost like a cat. Kaede snorted at it. Good boy.]
[ no one told him he’d get brain freeze if he tried to chew and swallow the whole thing, or at least a chunk. it never actually happened, but now that instant karma has given him a whack back, he chews through the freeze in his bones and teeth in what would be a hilarious attempt at trying to hide the evidence.
looking up had been off handed, and so was finding the sights of a pink haired girl looking down at him. bright blue eyes stare back up . . . and he wonders, immediately, how he could get up there. ]
[The way the dog kept grimacing and turning its head at the chill was quite funny; Kaede let herself chuckle a little bit more. Though on second glance, those ears...they were awfully pointy. And that tail--they made it look more like a fox, but black all over instead of orange. Huh. Guess what she heard about foxes coming to live in big cities was true, then.
And it was looking up at her with those pretty blue eyes. It didn't seem alarmed at her presence, just distressed at the brain freeze.
Well, she could get it something nicer to eat.]
Stay there.
[Not that she was holding out high hopes for the animal understanding her, but she felt so much more at ease around them. The crying child had been pulled away by their mother, either to get a replacement ice cream or go home, Kaede didn't care which.
The diclonius slipped back into the apartment, leaving the door open. It was still on the third story, but there were other balconies below it, and decorative bricks jutted out from the walls.]
[ eren didn’t usually sleep well— he’d either not sleep until his body shut down or would wake up riddled with nightmares. maybe the reason for his alertness now had been the latter, but the source was different. loneliness drifted him to think of mikasa, and in the dead of night, that’s where he goes; to her room, past armin’s as he watches him snooze for a moment, and then quietly closing the door behind him.
he hardly makes a sound in this modernized apartment, it hadn’t a squeaky floor board in sight. he hits his shin against the bed’s frame and instantly jolts, though, holding back a cuss but rattling the bed either with his own weight or a suspicious thud. it’s not like he could see shit all that well. ]
[Mikasa wasn't a light sleeper. Quite the opposite, she could sleep through Sasha's window-rattling snores. She did have an innate sense of when danger was around or something was approaching...
But there was nothing set off that instinct right now and Mikasa was happily, cozily snuggled up. So snuggled, that the only part of her visible was a small tuft of black hair and the fingers of one hand grasping the blankets close. She'd swaddled herself and was snoozing away, soft snores-
The bundle of blankets flinched when the bed jolted. Mikasa giving a little grunt as she rolled onto her front... And was unable to see anything. Only pillows.
...Then after another few seconds, she shuffled. Slowly rising to sit, the blankers slipping down a bit to show more of that mussed-up hair and the top of her pajamas. Just a baggy shirt. She silently blinked at him, squinting.]
[ he wasn’t supposed to be making noise, but it is what it is. once the burning goes away with quick rubs against his shins, eren continues his trek to the edge of her bedside, crouching himself into a suitable and easy sit at the very, very tip of the mattress. ]
Sorry, [ for waking her that way, ] couldn’t sleep.
[She was still blinking her eyes free of sleep, still trying to work out if he was there or this was a dream... Not that she was sure what kind of dream this was. 100% innocent of course, yes...
She was still huddled there. Watching, leaning forward with her squint. Like that'd wake her up more. She opened her mouth, though the words she'd been forming were lost to a yawn.]
Ohh... [That didn't explain why you here tho?? But after a few seconds of blankly staring, Mikasa slowly grabbed one of the many blankets. Gave it a tug and just...kind of flung it over him. She'd tried to throw it over his shoulders but hadn't been that accurate.
DOES THAT HELP!? ARE YOU COZY TOO!?
Though she did seem to be waking up, her eyes becoming more focused.]
[ eren and mikasa would take turns in watching over the bairn born from their manna, given bright emerald eyes and messy, dark leafy hair that rounded toward a black hue, the bottom half of a pastel colored centaur with a scaly hide imitated by crisps and bumps of bark, and the knob of a single horn from its forehead pressing gently through its hair. one look at its piercing gaze and tendency to shriek at what it disliked was most certainly attained from the young man awkwardly hovering over it as it crawled around the grassy earth floors of emerald park, grasping and tufts of grass with an iron grip and trying to do the same with eren's shoe. konoha had too many of these to account for, most that weren't even her's, so eren would make do with some tips and a nervous disposition to be alone with a toddler-like thing. on one hand, he's not at all fit for this sort of task. being a baby sitter is nerve-wracking when you don't even know the first thing about holding a baby. mikasa had more instinct for that. something that would make eren's thoughts wander, which, on the other—
by the time a shrill snaps eren back to the reality he stands in, he jolts into a start after the bairn tries to get his attention by recklessly climbing the lower branches of a bush tree. successfully. the bairn's lower limbs and quarters flailed as it gaggled at eren's jostled reaction, and perhaps exactly what it wanted: to get rushed to and picked up. under the arms, then to the chest—!
no, he keeps holding it out as it kicked its little hooves. he's forgotten his training (which was laughable to call training). maybe like a dog? he's never held a dog either. eren holds the bairn like a disease: away from him, and it is certainly not pleased with the space. its smile turns to a suffering frown, a dramatic pull of its lips and eyes, ]
No—
[ and it screams, causing a tearful tantrum that rivals eren's own throughout the years. he winces at most, tries to put it down, but that just makes it scream louder. ]
[Wow, Eren. Even Rey is learning how to take care of the little squirts better than that.
[Not that she is one to talk, though. Having kept her bairns in a bag while also giving one of hers a fucking knife to "play" with was hardly the responsible adult thing to do. At least none of hers are screaming their heads off like banshees in public.
[For now Rey is carrying two bairns -- one bearing similar centaurian features to the one Eren is holding out, but with short black hair, green eyes, and fox ears on top of her head. The other also shares fox traits from the ears to the tail, but bipedal with antlers and sharing Kainé's sharper features.
[Of course, the one born from hers and Mikasa's Manna seems chiller than the other, but she'd managed to get them settled down in her arms finally when they're riled up again by that shrieking. Rey winces as her bairns express immediate discomfort via some impressive synchronized whining.]
[ eren could only double take at rey and couldn’t quite pay attention to her own little ones— eren’s took the most energy out of everything he could be doing, going from trying to give it a little bounce, trying to talk over it . . . hell, it only screams louder.
if only he’d gotten the baby memories at this point, but even then, his father was kind of . . . bad, at making him go quiet. ]
[Whatever he's doing, it is not helping. At all. Rey winces, both for the kid and Eren. It's not like she's in any position to talk, but even she knows that something here isn't working.]
How should... [sputter] Don't know! Maybe just... bring it close to you or something. Rather than holding it out like it's a fucking grenade.
[Actually that's not even how you'd hold a grenade, or any kind of explosive. But whatever.]
[ snipping the consentacles down and out of the apartment was a constant practice after their appearance; they'd never really hang around eren when he truly didn't want to be touched by vines, but the usual friendly helping branch was allowed to help him around the kitchen and house as a whole. whenever the pangs hit him, they were there to hold his shoulders like one of his friends would, and eventually he'd be talking to them like people rather than plants. with the bairns gone, they've been approximating quickly to tend to the intricate feelings surrounding eren's ill-humored reminders of noctium's provisional circumstance. eren preferred mikasa's embrace to start, so the oozing, milky cream smeared gently across his skin would help leave the thoughts behind and go after what mattered.
this happened especially when malachite changed them. his ears, hands and legs would grow fur, points and claws, paw pads on his palms and a vulpine sharpness to his curvatures. he'd grow coltish and wild, fomented enough that he'd discard his clothes and twitch to stroke at his hidden shaft— but he wouldn't. he invites his beloved to play first, letting the cramped walls of their apartment seem empty whether she was there or not.
he wanted to hear her breathing, her movement, he wanted to scent her and follow to wherever she was, inside their temporary home or out of it. it didn't matter where. he would catch her. ]
[The bairn had been an experience. One Mikasa wasn't sure if she'd want to repeat it... Not soon anyway. Even if she did miss the creature that had wanted to cling and cuddle a little. As for the other new plants, the consentacles weren't much of an issue. Not with their ability to sense where they weren't wanted. She'd managed to corral most of them to stay in the plant pots, even if they'd reach out to try and help. They weren't intrusive enough to get rid of.
Though they'd not been much help that morning. Mikasa had awoken early to get chores done, wandering around the town. But she'd felt tired as midday came round and returned to the apartment.
She didn't go to bed though, she just needed a sit-down...
...But soon enough she was stretched out, fully dressed still on that nice plush sofa. Lying in a beam of sunlight on her stomach. Completely relaxed as she dozed, a couch cushion under her head. She didn't even notice the fox stalking her. This apartment was theirs, it smelled of her and Eren, Eren's scent lingering didn't warrant any alarm.
though it did make her mumble his name and nuzzle at her cushion. Tightly clutching it in her arms.]
[ eren stalked effortlessly, shifting his feet up where his hands were to avoid making the floors creak in a flexible crawl, each step taken to reach the cushions mikasa was having her siesta on. at the foot of the couch, only the dark black ears of a fox point out of its horizon line, rotate forward, and then make way for one slow rise of a pair of icy blue-emerald eyes, with pupils thinned and his back legs ready to spring. behind him churned his tail, a puffy brush-ended thing that became two, then five, then nine, like a crown of pointed whites and silky black fur. he wants to jump, but wait for just the right moment to jump . . .
that moment is approaching, and his flaws grip the couch’s end with anticipating prospect. ]
[He stalked and those long sensitive ears of her's heard nothing. She smelled nothing, he blended in with her surroundings. She remained, curled up on her side around the cushion. Clutching it to her chest as she inhaled his lingering scent.
Mikasa hummed, unfurling and stretching out. Fur-covered toes extending as her skirt lifted, then her body went slack again. A soft murmur escaping from her lips as her eyes cracked open. Her arms leaving the cushion to slowly push herself up... ehh, nope, going to lie down again. A hand coming up to comb an ear.
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a woman up ahead is on the same path as him, but it isn't large enough to be a two-way avenue, the closer they got, the more eren knew someone was going to have to step out of the way. he would, if the limits of the concrete weren't surrounded by hundreds of tiny living things, ah— they bump, he can feel it, and his journey in trying to maintain on the cement without pummeling the grass or the girl in his wake is actually as hilarious as a horse on skates. he's lost balance, it's going to take him some tries to snatch it back, much less trying to avoid them both. there battered his tail and thank god his single horn had sprouted in the middle of his forehead and not anywhere lower to easily weaponize.
eunyu may want to save herself before scorning! ]
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But his approach itself made her... unsure. What she assumed was some kind of lame dog or a cow or something turns out to be a guy with the motor skills of sliced bread, and it would be comical to try and watch him right himself if he wasn't so damn big.
Eunyu skitters away from him, staying on the path, and foolishly running ahead of him. ]
What're you doing?!
[ She wants to yell at him some bright, fun insults, but he looks like he's already suffering enough just trying to stay upright... Okay maybe just one. ]
If you were a racehorse they would have shot you already!
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I’m sorry— Shit— [ he seems to be regaining equilibrium, with less stumbling, but he sees the girl as correct in her insult. both his hands cradle his head with growing anxiety, on of his hooves hitting the concrete path with the same agitation his fur and scales shifted with. ] What do I do now?
[ he’s— he’s looking at the grass.
he’s mourning grass. ]
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She stops fleeing from him, at least, scoffing at the way he pulls his- horse? cow? deer? foot away from the grass like he's stepped in lava. People here really are... insane. Really. ]
Are you talking to me or the grass?
[ She really isn't sure of the answer to that right now. ]
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[ he can’t even— reach that low to touch it, his horse body would end up awkwardly angled and he’d try to stretch too far down. eren still tries to anyway, expanding the horizontal space between his front legs to be able to bow, somewhat, enough to card the trampled grass blades with his fingertips. the grass is actually fine. ]
Did I hurt you, too?
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@luffy
beads of it fall down his arm and to the floor, the floor where everyone is stepping and . . . he has a convincing need to lick it all up before it's too late. priority ends up going to the little drop on the floor, all as eren holds up one arm, holding his mead, and the other trickling honey down to his elbow. make way, y'all. ]
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It's chance that Luffy ends up nearby when Eren goes chasing his own drop of honey. But that arm up, honey dripping all over, is...somehow impossible to ignore. Luffy has no sense of personal space generally, but he's aware you don't just go around licking strangers. That would be super weird, right?
But for some reason that doesn't occur to him here. All he can consider is that trickling golden honey, and how it might also drip down to the floor and be wasted. Well, they can't have that! So he takes Eren's arm with one slightly-sticky hand and licks that line of honey off. It's easy for a guy with a stretchy tongue. ]
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it wasn’t either of his guesses, and the dreaded fact is solidified when something wet slurps right up his arm and takes all that god damn honey! no! that’s disgusting! never mind he’s been coated in titan spit on more than one occasion, but— still, this doesn’t bring calm, but a chill up his spine as he yanks his arm back. ]
Hey!
[ was that— sticky honey residue on this guy’s fingers?! ]
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Whoa! You're a person!
[ Did this dumbass captain think that an arm with honey on it was just hanging out randomly? Apparently so. It hadn't really occurred to him to think beyond it. He's always been driven by impulse, for better or worse (often for worse). Now is no different. Besides, something about the honey just...entices him, even if that's not all that hard to do. ]
That honey's really good, huh?
[ No apology. No explanation. No recognition of how absolutely bonkers this interaction has been for the past few seconds. He just goes right on like nothing is strange, offering his too-wide grin to Eren. ]
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@kaede
the child would begin to cry, of course, but there the fox sat with a cone sticking out from between its teeth to give a lasting snicker and— oh, cold. ]
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Initially, she hadn't paid much mind to the child and parent; they were far out of range two stories down, weren't paying attention to her, and so Kaede had shuffled them off to so much background decoration. Then something darted from the gathering shadows below--something with pointed ears and a bottlebrush tail. A dog...?
That got Kaede's attention right quick, and she stood from the creaky chair promptly to get a better look. The dog(?) wasn't easy to keep track of in the dark; she heard the child begin to shriek, but she had no sympathy for it whatsoever.
--ah, movement again. There was the dog, unhelpfully black against shadow. It'd seemed it stole the child's ice cream--that was what let her spot it. It seemed rather smug about it, almost like a cat. Kaede snorted at it. Good boy.]
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looking up had been off handed, and so was finding the sights of a pink haired girl looking down at him. bright blue eyes stare back up . . . and he wonders, immediately, how he could get up there. ]
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And it was looking up at her with those pretty blue eyes. It didn't seem alarmed at her presence, just distressed at the brain freeze.
Well, she could get it something nicer to eat.]
Stay there.
[Not that she was holding out high hopes for the animal understanding her, but she felt so much more at ease around them. The crying child had been pulled away by their mother, either to get a replacement ice cream or go home, Kaede didn't care which.
The diclonius slipped back into the apartment, leaving the door open. It was still on the third story, but there were other balconies below it, and decorative bricks jutted out from the walls.]
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@mikasa
he hardly makes a sound in this modernized apartment, it hadn’t a squeaky floor board in sight. he hits his shin against the bed’s frame and instantly jolts, though, holding back a cuss but rattling the bed either with his own weight or a suspicious thud. it’s not like he could see shit all that well. ]
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But there was nothing set off that instinct right now and Mikasa was happily, cozily snuggled up. So snuggled, that the only part of her visible was a small tuft of black hair and the fingers of one hand grasping the blankets close. She'd swaddled herself and was snoozing away, soft snores-
The bundle of blankets flinched when the bed jolted. Mikasa giving a little grunt as she rolled onto her front... And was unable to see anything. Only pillows.
...Then after another few seconds, she shuffled. Slowly rising to sit, the blankers slipping down a bit to show more of that mussed-up hair and the top of her pajamas. Just a baggy shirt. She silently blinked at him, squinting.]
...Eren? [She groggy.]
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Sorry, [ for waking her that way, ] couldn’t sleep.
[ his voice was a hush. barely a whisper. ]
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She was still huddled there. Watching, leaning forward with her squint. Like that'd wake her up more. She opened her mouth, though the words she'd been forming were lost to a yawn.]
Ohh... [That didn't explain why you here tho?? But after a few seconds of blankly staring, Mikasa slowly grabbed one of the many blankets. Gave it a tug and just...kind of flung it over him. She'd tried to throw it over his shoulders but hadn't been that accurate.
DOES THAT HELP!? ARE YOU COZY TOO!?
Though she did seem to be waking up, her eyes becoming more focused.]
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you say nsfw and then I shitpost
i wouldn't have it any other way
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@rey
by the time a shrill snaps eren back to the reality he stands in, he jolts into a start after the bairn tries to get his attention by recklessly climbing the lower branches of a bush tree. successfully. the bairn's lower limbs and quarters flailed as it gaggled at eren's jostled reaction, and perhaps exactly what it wanted: to get rushed to and picked up. under the arms, then to the chest—!
no, he keeps holding it out as it kicked its little hooves. he's forgotten his training (which was laughable to call training). maybe like a dog? he's never held a dog either. eren holds the bairn like a disease: away from him, and it is certainly not pleased with the space. its smile turns to a suffering frown, a dramatic pull of its lips and eyes, ]
No—
[ and it screams, causing a tearful tantrum that rivals eren's own throughout the years. he winces at most, tries to put it down, but that just makes it scream louder. ]
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[Not that she is one to talk, though. Having kept her bairns in a bag while also giving one of hers a fucking knife to "play" with was hardly the responsible adult thing to do. At least none of hers are screaming their heads off like banshees in public.
[For now Rey is carrying two bairns -- one bearing similar centaurian features to the one Eren is holding out, but with short black hair, green eyes, and fox ears on top of her head. The other also shares fox traits from the ears to the tail, but bipedal with antlers and sharing Kainé's sharper features.
[Of course, the one born from hers and Mikasa's Manna seems chiller than the other, but she'd managed to get them settled down in her arms finally when they're riled up again by that shrieking. Rey winces as her bairns express immediate discomfort via some impressive synchronized whining.]
Fucking hell, can you put a lid on that thing?!
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if only he’d gotten the baby memories at this point, but even then, his father was kind of . . . bad, at making him go quiet. ]
How?!
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How should... [sputter] Don't know! Maybe just... bring it close to you or something. Rather than holding it out like it's a fucking grenade.
[Actually that's not even how you'd hold a grenade, or any kind of explosive. But whatever.]
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@mikasa (nsfw)
this happened especially when malachite changed them. his ears, hands and legs would grow fur, points and claws, paw pads on his palms and a vulpine sharpness to his curvatures. he'd grow coltish and wild, fomented enough that he'd discard his clothes and twitch to stroke at his hidden shaft— but he wouldn't. he invites his beloved to play first, letting the cramped walls of their apartment seem empty whether she was there or not.
he wanted to hear her breathing, her movement, he wanted to scent her and follow to wherever she was, inside their temporary home or out of it. it didn't matter where. he would catch her. ]
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Though they'd not been much help that morning. Mikasa had awoken early to get chores done, wandering around the town. But she'd felt tired as midday came round and returned to the apartment.
She didn't go to bed though, she just needed a sit-down...
...But soon enough she was stretched out, fully dressed still on that nice plush sofa. Lying in a beam of sunlight on her stomach. Completely relaxed as she dozed, a couch cushion under her head. She didn't even notice the fox stalking her. This apartment was theirs, it smelled of her and Eren, Eren's scent lingering didn't warrant any alarm.
though it did make her mumble his name and nuzzle at her cushion. Tightly clutching it in her arms.]
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that moment is approaching, and his flaws grip the couch’s end with anticipating prospect. ]
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Mikasa hummed, unfurling and stretching out. Fur-covered toes extending as her skirt lifted, then her body went slack again. A soft murmur escaping from her lips as her eyes cracked open. Her arms leaving the cushion to slowly push herself up... ehh, nope, going to lie down again. A hand coming up to comb an ear.
...still undetected for now.]
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