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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. ]

[ 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. ]

[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...

[ 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.

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?

[ 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. ]

Raw potato? Ew...

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

This is really good though.

[ 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?

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!

[ 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. ]

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

Let them argue.

[ 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?

[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.

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. ]

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

Maybe offer to pose for something?

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

is this the face of a model ]

Besides that.

[Elliot laughs. Sorry Eren]

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

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. ]

[Sorry Eren. Another option would've been buying Yusuke art supplies, but artists tend to be rather particular about their stuff and...well, you're so rich that buying an expensive gift doesn't mean as much if you're just told exactly what to buy.

Your pecs though? Your pecs are worth so much more.

Elliot grins at that muttering. He'll give Eren's hand one more squeeze, before he pulls it back and goes back to eating his ice cream. ]

It'll be fine. My other roommate's boyfriend has modeled for him before too. It's no big deal at all.

[Just won't mention the fact that Goro is a professional model......]

Edited 2017-10-26 20:02 (UTC)

[ sounding so gruff, eren you can’t fool anyone, even when you’re dothraki grunting through your mouthful of ice cream. he literally ate his whole scoop. ooo, so tough, so savage. so marshmallowy on the inside.

a marshmallow that constantly gets set on fire and quickly blown out, but. ]

You can— tell him, I guess. When he’s free.

[ you’re related to he-man, now. he had the power, too. ]

[Well he does have the He-Man haircut it's true....]

Haha, oh no. This is between you and him. You should be the one to offer it to him. If I do it, then it'll just look like I'm forcing you.

I'll give you his number and you can contact him when you're ready, okay? He's a really nice guy, I promise.

Edited 2017-10-26 21:23 (UTC)

[ . . . . . . GRUNT. literally. he just grunts.

no, but he does a point that eren can’t help but to frown at, only because, bluh, he’s still embarrassed as heck, but time to man up and be responsible. if he can’t do this, a simple talk-to, than imagine the greater things! ]

Alright. [ and— ] The rest of that ice cream’s for you guys.

[ a fucking gallon that should be a good “sorry i’m not an asshole” gift too. ]

[Well he knows that grunt. It's the grunt of unhappy concession.]

Haha, you sure? I mean it won't go to waste here, but don't you want it...?

[ finishing his plate, he shakes his head and gives a flippant sort of wave as he wolfs down the rest with the last few spoonfuls. ]

It’s yours. [ that means, you do what you want with it, now! he surely won’t even eat an entire gallon by himself.

you see . . . he prefers natural sweetness

.

so with that he looks up, with quite the stern look. gives elliot’s beaming face a stare, even a double-take—

then this happens. darn you. ]

[Oh, that earns a little laugh from him. You tried to be stern. You tried.

He'll finish up his own bowl. Getting up, he'll put it in the sink. He can clean it later]

Come on, let's go play some video games.

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ill see you on the other side yusuke

we knew you well homie

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