[ the amount of skin and the context of it (since eren had seen here doing her situps in nothing but a sports bra and shorts) has him thoroughly distracted to the point that he doesn't help immediately— he doesn't notice until its too late, until mikasa has already gotten her bust caught in the limits of her gown. the rest of it was high over her head, covering it, and requiring eren to quickly pull the fabric higher and higher until it looked like a deflated tube veiling her head. oh, no—
while at the moment, eren clamored to help her get it off, he couldn't help but to break out a quiet chuckle behind his pressed, curving lips. the gown in his hand was now discarded somewhere by the pillows behind her, returning his palms to her and raising the blankets to . . . to see. ]
I got it, [ he reassures after it was done, almost forgetting, in his observing of her laced panties and bare breasts, he . . . hm. he's too distracted to take off his own shirt successfully. maybe sitting up would help, and he does, in a jolt once he realizes he's staring too much— but he's excited. exhilarated. the tips of his ears are bright red and the collar of his shirt catches in his mouth on the way up. ]
i wouldn't have it any other way
while at the moment, eren clamored to help her get it off, he couldn't help but to break out a quiet chuckle behind his pressed, curving lips. the gown in his hand was now discarded somewhere by the pillows behind her, returning his palms to her and raising the blankets to . . . to see. ]
I got it, [ he reassures after it was done, almost forgetting, in his observing of her laced panties and bare breasts, he . . . hm. he's too distracted to take off his own shirt successfully. maybe sitting up would help, and he does, in a jolt once he realizes he's staring too much— but he's excited. exhilarated. the tips of his ears are bright red and the collar of his shirt catches in his mouth on the way up. ]