[ 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. ]
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that moment is approaching, and his flaws grip the couch’s end with anticipating prospect. ]