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Elliot Craig

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[ 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 ]

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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.....]

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[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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Nothing’s burning.

[ said curtly when he can as he takes out . . . a ton of plates and keeps them on the counter, expression closed and even rather grumpy looking. eren, you’re not feeding a full house— or was he? he felt like he was. by now he probably would’ve lightened up a little more and joined in on the conversation. instead, he keeps to his cooking, and if one were to glance, he’s probably mumbling.

weird, because eren doesn’t mumble by himself.

there does seem to be more bustling than there was, two other people in the room seemed to become four, five, nine and only climbing, taking wood to the stove, boiling an old pot of water. he’s still focused on fixing the plates to look up and offer an ear to the talking between yusuke and elliot. grabbing some extra strawberries, he begins cutting the tops to add an extra touch to the sauce but he peels them . . . like potatoes instead.


a little bit louder, he grumbles stop eating them raw, and when he looks up to blink— well. blast from the past. let’s hope no one heard that.

and wtf he peeled a strawberry like a potato ]

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[he shakes his head]

None. I mean, I like cats? But not enough to...

[Choose to actually wear something like this. But yeah, he noticed the curt sound in Eren's voice-- which is usually not how he responds to Elliot -- and looks over to see if something wrong. And...he's not sure what Eren's cooking, but something doesn't seem...right. And since when did Eren mumble? He only had one volume: LOUD]

E-Eren? You okay?

yusuke, out!

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[Yusuke glances behind him at Eren, when Elliot starts focusing his attention on him. After a moment, he carefully holds out his hand for the cat ears.]

I can go and check if Akira was expecting a parcel. I'll bring them back if he wasn't?

[And you can see what's bothering your boyfriend. Significant eyebrows go here.]

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[ haha, well, shit. what a great first impression. rubbing his face and awkwardly looking down, he nods, waving the whole thing off. might as well speak up before yusuke leaves. ]

Sorry about before.

[ awkward as frick, but he’ll own up to it. ]

ill see you on the other side yusuke

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Oh-- [He'll look back at Yusuke.] Okay. Thanks Yusuke.

[He'll give his roommate a grateful smile before turning his attention back on Eren. Yes good. Please apologize. ]

we knew you well homie

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[ he’s

fucking embarrassed. embarrassing. all of the above. the strawberries are peeled???? that looks so weird on the sauce, like he tried to make it weirdly gourmet. he barked at a guy in his own house. maybe who needed the biggest apology was elliot himself, and eren smacks his forehead. hard. hear that slap. ]

I forgot you had roommates.

[ his ears are ready to become the new ripe strawberries. the cons of never living in shared apartments other than the closed in dorms he did for only a few weeks, but that was for training. totally different circumstances. it sucks to be from a pretty ballin’ family, his spoiledness is showing (“what do you mean, not everyone lives alone??”). no matter how much mrs jaeger lightened the load. ]

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[He approaches Eren, touching him on the shoulder to try to reassure him. Sure, it was...not the best first impression he wanted to give of his boyfriend, but it is what it is]

Yeah...sorry. I forgot he was home...

[Yusuke can be so quiet when he's absorbed in his work. Unlike the others who well, it was pretty easy to tell when any of them are home. But he gives a quick glance at the strawberry. Yep. Sure is peeled]

Are you feeling okay? Maybe you should take it easy...

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[ THE LAST THING HE NEEDS IS. YOU APOLOGIZING!!! eren sighs, turning into something of a half groan and shaking his head. who’s the boyfriend? some asshole. grabbing for two plates instead of an entire damn stack of them, eren pours in the sauce, cutting what’s left of the skinless strawberry over elliot’s instead of his. he’ll take skin swirl, elliot deserved the good plate.

grabbing two spoons and the huge gallon of ice cream he brought, time to put the finishing touch. a wad of ice cream for each. it’s not beautiful and far from perfect, but it tastes pretty good. the hot and cold contrast is the best, and he serves elliot his. ]

I’m fine. I just don’t want you apologizing.

[ grrrumble grumble. with a hand to his head, he rubs the back of it and gives an offhanded wave ]

Just remembered collective potato peeling.

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Oh. Sorry.

[About being sorry. Yeah, he makes a face as he realizes after it comes out how stupid that sounded. But his eyes will light up when Eren gives him the plate. Sure, it won't get many point for presentation- but it still looked good. He'll smile and says a quick "thanks!". Then he goes to the table to sit down, aw yes delicious]

Collective potato peeling?

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[ he’ll eat this . . . weirdo strawberry skin, first, before actually going to the good part. grumpy munchies. why was he so grumpy in those memories? (eren you’re naturally grumpy) ]

Yeah, like, [ he gestures a brief circle with his finger ] we had to prep our own dinner. And these two kept eating it all, raw. [ they wouldn’t have enough for everyone that way! but, thinking back . . .

they were goofs, but he liked them. counting that he was grumpy enough to try and ration food. ]

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Raw potato? Ew...

[Why would you want to eat a raw potato? That just sounds gross. Unlike...]

This is really good though.

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[ confirmed that sasha and connie are animals. eren shrugs, following up with an expression in his eyes that said yeah i know, but that suddenly changes to light surprise. he thought it was a little thick. mom always managed to make it so smooth and light, with the fruit pieces somehow soft. too sweet. eren just had criticism for himself. ]

It’s not how it should be, I mean— [ he’s. not a cook. ] You really liked it?

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I do! [He'll smile at Eren. Was it the best ice cream dish he's had? No. But Eren made it for him, and it was still pretty good even if it wasn't perfect] You're really sweet for making it!

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[ remember, way back when, when elliot would make a comment and it would make eren’s ears burn? that’s what’s happening right this instant. while his eyes had yet to earn color, they seem to mush with his sweet, featherlight smile. him, sweet. and he liked the food.

he’s just ]

There’re people who’ll argue with you.

[ especially after. that thing. most would say he’s completely sour. ]

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[At that? Elliot just smiles and reaches across the table with his non-spoon filled hand to take Eren's hand.]

Let them argue.

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[ gosh darn it he's gonna explode. it doesn't take long for eren to sigh and let his fingers weave into the hold, bright cherry ears settling in and making themselves a permanent home. he can't even argue, only returning a smile that couldn't get any wider. ]

I'll break it up.

[ your word is the bible. he's got hand holding, and compliments, and flower gifts, and even . . . we'll, they got a sketch of them, too. he reaches for that with his freehand, the other still holding elliot's and giving it a stroke, and once he unfolds the paper, he seems . . . surprised. he certainly feels guilty, more than he had, and holds it out to him. it's looks so real, he can only do stick figures. ]

He actually drew this?

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[He gives a giggle at that. Then as Eren unfolds the paper, he'll glance over at it. He's seen Yusuke's art before, he knows he's good. This sketch is definitely well done, but man, it feels so weird to be the subject of someone's art. Like that feeling of seeing yourself in a photo times ten]

Aha, yeah. Yusuke's a very talented artist. One day, I just know he'll be in a museum.

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Well, crap.

[ in amazement, of course. do his muscles actually look like that . . . . elliot looks. really cute with that look. was that the face he was making?

it certainly was like looking at a taken picture, but. different. maybe a little weird was the right word for it now, but it’s. certainly something. he made it look easy with how light the pencil strokes are. yusuke really didn’t mean any harm in it . . . ]

I still have to make it up, somehow.

[ not by posing half nude, but. yeah. ]

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[It's the face of someone dying of gay.]

Maybe offer to pose for something?

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[ elliot ........... . . . look at him

is this the face of a model ]

Besides that.

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[Elliot laughs. Sorry Eren]

Come on. I'm sure he won't make you model for anything too embarrassing.

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Too embarrassing, huh.

[ the sound of grumpy munching could very well echo in the distance as eren picks at his food. picks and thinks. he seems pretty reluctant-! maybe if you figure out a way to take his shirt if in front of everyone again . . . anyway, after a moment of silence, he clicks his tongue and mutters something that sounds like i can’t believe i’m doing this, with a mouth full of fruit. if he doesn’t do this, he’ll probably be that asshole forever.

you have been given too much power, elliot. ]