[ simple as that and all around complying. qilin were righteous creatures and now of all times does eren truly feel the need to satisfy the correct sort of justice she was asking for. what it was, ah . . . maybe that didn't matter. in place, his hooves only adjust to the throwing of his weight from one leg to another, keeping his hands together to anxiously rub his thumb over the top. could she be taking advantage of him? oh, yes, but he was in the wrong first. his qilin brain doesn't think to consider the truth when everyone one was good until proven otherwise— and he should protect that notion, yes? ]
[ Even from where she's standing, his anxiousness is clearly visible, and Eunyu feels a brief moment of guilt in even considering taking sarcastic advantage of him. The truly genuine have always hit a weak spot in her, and she feels a sudden need to take Eren under her wing and teach him the art of a graceless 'fuck off'. ]
[ when he has his actual legs back, he’ll consider: what the hell was he thinking? ]
I’d . . . Find out.
[ his ears are folding down and his tail wavers, lowering his eyes until they barely seemed open. one of the things he’d react even worse to, a qilin as is, would be massive payback for those that try and wrong him. ah, this mess . . . was it embarrassment he was feeling, or certainty? ]
There’s punishment for that sort, [ but, it does inch some edges of clarity into him. he has to say though, since she could’ve: ] but, thanks, if that’s advice.
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[ simple as that and all around complying. qilin were righteous creatures and now of all times does eren truly feel the need to satisfy the correct sort of justice she was asking for. what it was, ah . . . maybe that didn't matter. in place, his hooves only adjust to the throwing of his weight from one leg to another, keeping his hands together to anxiously rub his thumb over the top. could she be taking advantage of him? oh, yes, but he was in the wrong first. his qilin brain doesn't think to consider the truth when everyone one was good until proven otherwise— and he should protect that notion, yes? ]
What can I do?
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Don't agree to that. I could be a scumbag.
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I’d . . . Find out.
[ his ears are folding down and his tail wavers, lowering his eyes until they barely seemed open. one of the things he’d react even worse to, a qilin as is, would be massive payback for those that try and wrong him. ah, this mess . . . was it embarrassment he was feeling, or certainty? ]
There’s punishment for that sort, [ but, it does inch some edges of clarity into him. he has to say though, since she could’ve: ] but, thanks, if that’s advice.
[ how does he make it up to her twice now 🤔 ]