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[A harsher training regime...? Well he supposes that makes sense. Eren said his memories felt like they were way in the past- so they'd be without modern warfare tech right? Of course the soldiers would have to work harder...]

Haha, really? Triple? Then you must be really strong now!

[He sounds a bit in awe. Eren's just so cool to him okay]

[ man elliot, he can practically . . . feel you beaming from over here. at least focus has shifted, with eren still smiling with near sheepishness (but feeling good about it), as he turns back to the counter to get the fruit ready— frozen fruit! from peaches, to wild berries, and everything else that had that delicious tangy taste. time to prepare it to simmer, and while it's boiling, well!

there was a side of him that wanted to impress— he loved seeing elliot that way. ]

Wanna test it out?

[ it could be fun, too. ]

[Heck yes to the frozen fruit. Elliot's still not sure what he's making, but let's face it he'll eat it and love it no matter what as long as Eren doesn't poison him. He's an easy guy to please]

Haha, sure! But how?

[ how does he. time to actually think on it for like, five seconds. because let us face the truth, eren doesn’t think too much on things before actually doing them (not counting the whole relationship deal, okay, that didn’t count). ]

Ever seen weighted push ups?

Oh, yeah! Where someone puts weights on their backs? Some of my relatives do that...

[Or an obsessive amount of squats, but that's just one cousin. ]

But I don't think we have any weights here. [we're all nerds in this household]

[ and then, quite coyly, eren simply smiles back, looks up and down elliot briefly, and raises his brows.

it’s you. you’re the weights. ]

[Wow that's a serious look there]

Me?!

You sure? I'm not that light!

[Elliot you're pretty dang light ok]

I didn’t say you were. [ —not that he’s calling you heavy, either. rubbing his hands together, he slips his light jacket off and gets to it: the push up position. arms stretched out in front of him, holding his body up, legs together. ] I bet I can do it.

[ come on . . . give into temptation, elliot

sit on him ]

[Oh my god. He hesitates before he moves to kick off his shoes, his face red. ]

T-Take your shirt off so I don't slip on it.

[ you’re always full of the good ideas, elliot. bringing his legs back to kneel, eren pulls his shirt right off over his head and hangs it with his jacket. at least he won’t sweat on it like this, either. a tad oblivious (but absolutely ready to take the challenge), he takes position and waits. ]

Ready?

[O-Oh my god he actually did it. And with the entire shirt off, it's very obvious how buff he was now. Elliot's so glad Eren's not seeing him, because his face is redder than his hair.

But there's no backing down, so after internally screaming some, he'll very carefully move to sit on Eren's back, pulling up his legs so he's cross legged. His hands are covering his face, he is too gay to function right now]

Y-y-y-yeah. T-This okay?

Uh-huh.

[ eren doesn’t see much of the steaming, even when he gives a fairly brief look over his shoulder to make sure he’s . . . okay. with all that stuttering. giving the smallest shifts under him to get planted firmly with the extra weight. his key hangs from his neck, dangles to the ground and serving as a perfect limit reminder. always go for the perfect push up.

and— away they go. eren bends his arms and descends in perfect form, sharp breath in, then lifts himself up all the way, sharp breath out and putting that muscle to use. it’s extra weight he can handle, and even as a workout on its own, he seems to be taking it well! one, two, three, four . . . and only climbing with impressive rhythm.

bye elliot, we knew you well ]

[Here he comes to ruin the moment.

Yusuke enters the room without really paying much attention to his surroundings, only to come to a surprised and sudden stop when he sees what's going on. Because, firstly, that is adorable. And secondly, that is a lot of muscle in motion there and it only takes him a moment to make the decision to turn on his heel and exit the room again--

-- not to give them peace and quiet. Oh no He's going to get his sketchbook and pencils, and then will be right back to settle down and sketch this. Keeping doing the push ups Eren, this is a perfect chance to capture the motion of muscles beneath skin, in a display of power and strength.

And, uh... Elliot? You just. Keep blushing and being adorable. It adds a softness and sweetness to the piece.]

[The first time Yusuke comes into the room, Elliot doesn't notice. He's too busy with his face covered and feeling like his heart is going to give out at any moment. Eren is really strong, and sitting on him just makes it very obvious just how many muscles he's working right now. Sweet jesus, he's not sure his gay heart can take this.

The second time Yusuke comes in, it takes a few minutes to notice. When his heart starts slowing down enough to not be constantly pumping in his ears, he picks up the faint sound of a...pencil against paper? He pulls his face out of his hands and looks up to see his roommate]

Yu-Yusuke?! What're you doing?!

[KILL ME NOW]

[ if elliot didn’t notice, you could bet eren probably didn’t notice the first time even more. much too busy keeping his breathing in check, his form as close to excellent as possible. he chuckles occasionally, asks if everything’s okay up there, asks if he’s ready for extreme weighted push ups— whoever said eren didn’t know how to have some fun, well, he sure seems like he is now. he considers even giving elliot a little shake as he rises, but then—

elliot shrieks a name, eren turns his head . . . and stares. he doesn’t say a word yet no, he just. stares. this was a moment of privacy, this was!!!! intimacy!! that he had with no one and this guy. just comes in and.

one leg kneels, then the other, carefully giving time and space for elliot to slip off his back safely but we’re in the danger zone elliot dear god abort mission

eren looks like he’s about to explode and go for the throat ]

[Yusuke does glance up at Elliot's embarrassed yelling, but rather than looking contrite, he just looks ... put out.]

Sketching, obviously.

[He frowns a little, tapping the edge of his pencil against his sketchpad. And then he sighs.]

Please return to your previous pose; while I could sketch it from memory, there are so many details in the motion of your muscles. And the display of strength in exercising with an entire other -- [Small, but still.] -- person astride you! It is inspiring, and makes for a wonderful composition.

[His hands are already hovering over the sketchpad, ready to begin again.]

[Elliot slips off Eren, landing safely on his feet. And he knows Eren well enough to sense the Red Alert, so he quickly moves in to gently grab Eren's arm and kinda half step in front of him.]

W-Wait, it's okay. He's just my roommate! I didn't realize he was home...

[PLEASE DON'T KILL HIM.

As for Yusuke, he'll look over at him and give a sigh. Of course. he's in the middle of art mania.]

Yusuke- could you maybe ask before sketching us please?

[ while eren doesn’t go straight for the kill now that elliot has worked his roadblock magic, the overall explanation of why he just came in and started sketching them and thought it was okay was beyond him. that’s like— the same as taking a picture and walking away! ears flaring red and his temper still bubbling, albeit he doesn’t stampede over elliot, he does shoulder his way around him, snapping for his shirt and glaring at yusuke. ]

I don’t give a crap about what you want. [ instead of doing something worrying with that free hand (he remembers elliot, and the least he could do is not kill your roommate), he retreats it halfway to his side in a tightened clench, then pointing brusquely at the door.

you’re not allowed to see these pecs ]

You know what knocking is?

[ he’s much less gentle and made no promise to be amiable. first impressions are what he’s good at. hi i’m the guy mackin your delicate roommate what’s good ]

... You're in the middle of my living room.

[Fair enough. Perhaps he can see why it would be annoying, but that is rather a moot point when faced with the fact Eren decided to do push ups in the shared living room and get overly angry about being walked in on?]

Surely if this was a personal moment, it would have been best shared in a private area of the house.

[He just wants to draw the pecs, Eren. Muscles in motion are difficult to get right without a live model to draw from and the entire scene had just been perfect. What a shame.

Oh, but he had come in here with a point so, now that his drawing has been ruined he sets his pencil down a little reluctantly, and ...

complete ignores Eren in favour of looking slightly around him to look at Elliot.]

Regardless. Elliot, I originally came to find you to let you know that there was a parcel that arrived for you this morning. It was still by the door when I came home, so I wasn't sure if you'd seen it.

Y-Yeah Eren, you don't usually knock when entering a living room....

[He understands the sentiment that Eren means, but, this was a public space of the house. If anything, Elliot should've taken more care to make sure they really were home alone before doing something like this.

And awww, he's getting his shirt. So much for those pecs-

But Yusuke's message catches Elliot's attention. He blinks a few times in surprise]

Huh? Another package? No I didn't- [!!!] Oh! Maybe it's the extra violin strings I ordered! I thought they wouldn't come for another couple days though...

[Whatever, doesn't matter. Elliot is immediately forgetting the showdown between his boyfriend and his roommate to walk out of the living room to the front door to check for this package. Sry guys violin way more important. Try not to kill each other while he's gone!!]

[ he

forgot

therefore, has nothing else to say other that stare grudgingly before slipping his shirt back on, completely red and going into the kitchen, walking slowly— walking faster when he smells something undesirable!!!

and in the distance, you’ll probably hear a fucking shit as pots and pats move, as water gets poured and steam sizzles like screams. his fruit sauce almost died. ]

[Well.

That was interesting.

Yusuke looks back down at his sketch pad and focuses on the drawing again for the next couple of minutes. It's not going to be quite as elaborate as he was hoping, but for a quick few minute sketch with some after detail it would have to do.

He's seen enough of Elliot to be able to draw him from memory, and he'd managed to get enough of Eren's face draw before he blew up sky high over the situation, so it looks... fine. Nothing exhibit worthy, but it's fine. Carefully, he removes the page from the sketchbook.

Then he sets the book down on his seat, and stands up, moving into the kitchen with the clanging and the swearing and the scent of almost ruined sauce. Interesting.]

Here.

[He just sets the folded piece of sketch paper to one side, out of the way of any sauce spillage.]

I didn't plan on keeping it, regardless. And you have my apologies for breaking up your "moment". [In his public living room.]

[ a few more minutes and the boiling would’ve burned everything to crisps. he wasn’t even a cook to start with, and this was probably as easy as frying an egg. keeping the sauce mixing and under control (the smell, even if there’s a slight touch of burnt, is sweet and definitely calling), eren only offers a brief sideways glance without really turning around fully— he can’t stop stirring right now if he wanted to save at least thirty percent of what was left of his attempt at . . . courting . . .

the paper doesn’t go unnoticed though, and he even stares at it before returning to dip the pan back and forth away from the fire. the perfect point was when it didn’t stick to the bottom, mom always said.

with an annoyed sigh (because he shouldn’t really be getting an apology, and the way he says “MOMENT” bothers him), he frowns and still keeps to the fruit pan. ]

It’s your house.

[ he was on such a cloud 9 high he actually did forget, this wasn’t like his apartment. having money is sometimes suffering. in short: i’m the one who should be apologizing ya dingus ]

Is something burning?

[You can hear Elliot's voice before he comes into the kitchen. Soon after, he pops into the doorway of the kitchen. Oh good, looks like these two haven't killed each other!! Congrats guys.

In one hand, he has the open package with the Retrospec logo on it. And in the other was...a pair of black cat ears? He frowns at them]

Also, do you think it's possible Retrospec could mislabel a package? [He holds up the cat ears] This really is more Akira's kinda thing, don't you think...?

[Sure he was getting the same kind of belonging vibes that he got from the other stuff, but....still.....]

[Yusuke ignores the burning question in favour of staring at the package Elliot is holding... and then the cat ears in his other hand.]

Well... yes, but it was definitely your name on the box. You have no memory of this cat based product?

[They look very nice though. He could definitely see Akira having interest in those.]

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