[This shirt was getting ruined, but Mikasa couldn't get annoyed about that. Most of her frustration went towards Eren and his hands. Her peak was dying down, but here he was, taunting her with something that didn't-it wasn't. Now there was his mouth and that was new, but it still wasn't what she wanted.
So she huffed. Actually pouting and puffing her cheeks as she gave an aimless kick. There was nothing for her foot to thump against, but the spirit was there.
The hand on his head drifted, fingers dragging through his hair and down his neck to rest on his back. Frowning up at him.]
You... have a chest? [Eren... She couldn't feel it from here. But she'd felt his chest before. Though? What was he getting at, what was he doing?]
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So she huffed. Actually pouting and puffing her cheeks as she gave an aimless kick. There was nothing for her foot to thump against, but the spirit was there.
The hand on his head drifted, fingers dragging through his hair and down his neck to rest on his back. Frowning up at him.]
You... have a chest? [Eren... She couldn't feel it from here. But she'd felt his chest before. Though? What was he getting at, what was he doing?]