[ 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. ]
[ She shoves her hands into her pockets, taking a few tentative steps closer to him, but still staying far enough away that she can flee in terror just in case he loses control again.
She tilts her head, motioning with it to the trampled grass. ]
[ no—! this is injustice he’s created! this is horrible—! although . . .
eren has seen enough of annie’s “jokes” in the past to pick up on the cues now that didn’t quite say she was telling the truth. at least, annie used sarcasm with a deceptive sort of facade at times that made him believe she was playing around (though she never really put on a convincing argument about being frail when she could flip men on their backs twice her size).
standing and then clipping his hooves back on the pavement (and reminded of konoha’s words), he tries to . . . swallow it. remember, grass doesn’t die when you step on it! don’t be silly! although now, with his expression troubled, he can realize that he’s bothered her, either with his accidental actions or his words. ]
[ He can rest assured that the only bother he has created for her was the brief terror where she assumed he was going to run her down like a car out of control- but now it looks like he's managed to stop himself, and that he is no longer going to come at her like a heat seeking missile, she's finding him far less terrifying than her initial hit of adrenaline would have her otherwise believe.
She raises her eyebrows at him, not sure whether she's asking if she would forgive him if he trampled her the way he trampled the grass (? creepy), or if he's asking her to put the act of almost flattening her behind her (which she already has, but he doesn't need to know that).
She assumes it's the second, because the first is so ludicrous it makes her want to laugh. ]
It'd be difficult. You would have to make it up to me.
[ 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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[ 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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[ She shoves her hands into her pockets, taking a few tentative steps closer to him, but still staying far enough away that she can flee in terror just in case he loses control again.
She tilts her head, motioning with it to the trampled grass. ]
I'm sure it will forgive you.
[ Dripping with sarcasm. ]
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eren has seen enough of annie’s “jokes” in the past to pick up on the cues now that didn’t quite say she was telling the truth. at least, annie used sarcasm with a deceptive sort of facade at times that made him believe she was playing around (though she never really put on a convincing argument about being frail when she could flip men on their backs twice her size).
standing and then clipping his hooves back on the pavement (and reminded of konoha’s words), he tries to . . . swallow it. remember, grass doesn’t die when you step on it! don’t be silly! although now, with his expression troubled, he can realize that he’s bothered her, either with his accidental actions or his words. ]
Would you?
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She raises her eyebrows at him, not sure whether she's asking if she would forgive him if he trampled her the way he trampled the grass (? creepy), or if he's asking her to put the act of almost flattening her behind her (which she already has, but he doesn't need to know that).
She assumes it's the second, because the first is so ludicrous it makes her want to laugh. ]
It'd be difficult. You would have to make it up to me.
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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 🤔 ]