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[ they’ve been lying to us, this whole time . . .

eren smiles to himself, running a hand over his head to smooth his hair out— he’s gotten upset so many times that this one doesn’t seem to affect him too much, in fact . . . he’s still smiling, it’s a thanksgiving miracle. leo would approve. ]

For a checkup, but. I shouldn’t even be surprised. [ he shakes his head, putting his helmet down on the seat to face him— and with a momentary, surprised blink that only lasted a second, he smiles wider, eyes softening up as he stares. he looked amazing. what was it about winter clothing that made things even more beautiful? eren didn’t know. personal taste.

he steps up to meet him, and is. gosh darn excited for everything. best date day up to date, and it hasn’t even started. ]

You look really great.

[ he wants to see the rest, honestly, and leans his head down just enough to give him a brief, but well placed kiss. ]

Edited (google lied to me) 2017-11-18 14:52 (UTC)

Y-Yeah, you know there are other mechanics in town right? [ Ones that won't pull pranks on your car even! But whatever. Elliot's probably said this more than once before, so he won't bother to argue past that.

He'll walk up to Eren, smiling up at him. He was happy to see him, and excited for the date. He'll return that kiss, reaching out to take Eren's hand as they do so. ]

T-Thanks. So do you. [He means that too, his eyes wander up to Eren's now very blue eyes] Hehe, I forgot how beautiful your blue eyes are. And your uniform brings them out even more...

[ he'll have to shrug almost apologetically at that, words at the tip of his tongue, but only coming out as a sigh with his shoulders falling. yes, there were other mechanics. no, there weren't any that could give him handiwork like leo did. jokes and pranks aside, the pros overcame the cons.

but that hardly mattered anymore, the reason why he doesn't speak of it— instead, his ears heat up at the compliments and the warmth in his hand, his own fingers curling around elliot's, before he folds his arm, and take's elliot's hand with his opposite to guide it into hooking into said arm as he leads him back to the motorcycle. like a military gentleman. ]

I know how much you like the uniforms. [ dashing bodyguard will never leave his memory. said lightheartedly, before he smiles (actually, he hasn't stopped smiling), and going for elliot's lovely blue helmet to present it to him. safety first! then, lips parting, he looks a little sheepish. ] —If you let me, I'm gonna keep looking at you.

[ he says this with a half laugh and a touch of warning, because: he would, in fact, stare all jell-o eyed at elliot if you let him, for as long as that was, plus, you'd get to see that crazy blue all on you, and if that makes an elliot happy well then don't mind if he does— everyone wins! except they'll miss the gala. then they would lose. ]

[A true and true military gentleman (so long as he's talking to Elliot anyway), he'll hook up his arms with a big happy smile, because yeah that is super gentlemanly and cool! He'll follow him back to the motorcycle]

Hehe, I like the uniforms on you, at least. [He decides to make clear. The idea of wearing the uniform himself was something like a nightmare. But on Eren? It looked good. It fit him.

He'll laugh at that half warning, putting on helmet carefully. Once he takes off his hat and stashes it in his coat pocket, it's a good fit. Eren did a good job picking it out. ]

You can look at me later, okay? [He'll step in a little closer and say in a quieter voice, as if he rather his roommates not somehow overhear it] My roommates are having some thing today, so I was thinking maybe after the gala...w-we could go back to your place?

[ yes. so long as he’s talking to elliot. and his smile’s never going to disappear at this rate with all these comments! the uniform has to be strictly on him of course, yes, that is what he meant. and promptly feels a tad bit special. you got it he notes, and waits for his helmet to go on before giving him a silent look over and a nod of approval. blue looked great on him, too. that was a great pick.

jokingly, he makes an objecting sort of grunt, near whining. but I want to look at you now sort of way, although the grin he has very much betrays any true serious objection to that. he’ll take looking later, most definitely. as he’s putting his own helmet back on, though . . . and when elliot says a bundle of magic words so quietly, softly and where only he can hear him–? that was probably the best counter present ever. internal fist pump???

if he was smiling before, the thought of company and privacy all night, and waking up to see him the minute he rises in the morning makes him grin wide under the helmet, raising the visor so elliot can see some of it at least. this was the greatest idea. a gala and a sleepover. eren grabs elliot’s helmet to give it an adoring, enthusiastic knock between helmets because if he can’t kiss you now, have helmet kisses instead. he’s!! excited!! ]

Pretty sure that’s the greatest idea.

[ and there will be more. swinging his leg over his seat and turning the bike back on, it rumbles, ready to go, all while he inclines for elliot to take his own seat behind him and find his hold. ]

Edited 2017-11-19 11:45 (UTC)

[Eren you are so cute. From that grunt to his reaction to Elliot's suggestion. He'll gives a happy little laugh as they bump helmets, glad that he liked his idea so. Honestly, he might have suggested it even if his roommates weren't anything, but it was nice to have the pretense. It made it easier to do.]

Heehee, good.

[He'll follow Eren to the bike, letting him get on the bike and turn it on before he slips on behind him. He's never ridden a motorcycle before, but the rumbling beneath feels like the couple times his cousins took him horseback riding. Hoping he's doing this right, he'll slip his arms around Eren's waist to hold on and put his feet up on what seems to be the right place to put them.

This is going to be a cold ride, but at least he'll get some body heat from Eren]

[ everything about that just feels . . . perfect, from elliot’s arms wrapping around him from behind to his warmth and weight against his back. he liked it a lot. being the driver also brought a sense of responsibility that was larger than when you drove a car. motorcycles were technically more dangerous, but he feels confident. he aced the driver’s test thanks to cloud, and he even puffs his chest out some when he straightens up to accommodate. maybe an unconscious attempt at looking bigger, and capable of protection, passing on an air of security . . .

yes, elliot, eren is trying to court you all over again.

giving one last look over his shoulder to see his passenger, eren gives the motor an intentional revving in place before picking his leg off the ground and letting the beast ride. he’s at a fairly comfortable speed by the time they get on the road, not being reckless, but most definitely not going too slow, either. eren adored the sporty vehicles, the ones made for a little bit more speed, and even if the chilly air bites right past them, he does step on it a little more with those straight streets. aggressive vroom vrooms.

it was really hard to keep that pump of adrenaline under control, especially when you see the road zipping under you. it might not ever be so deathly fast, but it’s fast enough for the eyes to get you’re going faster than humanly possible. ]

[ You charmer you. Elliot appreciates the air of security that Eren's trying to give off. He's never really ridden a motorcycle before, so he's a little nervous (okay, he's always nervous).

As they start moving? He bites his lip to keep from making any sound because oh yeah- something about riding outside a car and in the open air like this made you realize just how fast you were going, and there wasn't a metal shield protecting you. It doesn't quite scare him, but it's enough to make his hold on Eren tighten some.

It takes a few minutes before he relaxes enough to open his eyes. When he does, it's hard to stop watching the world go by so quickly. ]

[ it’s okay, you have a meat shield named eren jaeger instead.

the tightening around him gets his vision to momentarily go over his shoulder, albeit not too much in favor of keeping his eyes ahead of them. he had to admit, he liked that too, and he smiles under the protection of his helmet, but he tries to maintain his speed borderlining the limit. he doesn’t want to scare elliot out of his skin, either—

but the sensation was unique to the motorcycle as he weaved through cars and inclined in his turns, glad that elliot was pressed so close to make it all smooth curves. it was exhilarating, and lights looked like comets. if you got past the fear factors, it was really great. you can bet what eren’s going to use more during the warmer seasons.

slowing down on a full street signals one thing, though. time to look for parking. eren rolls into a pretty good spot once he finds it, kicking up the parking leg and turning everything off. ]

How was it?

[While the fear factor does subside after awhile, it only makes him all the more aware of the windchill factor. Dang. No wonder people don't drive these things in the winter time. He does enjoy it, but by the time they slow to a stop? Elliot is shivering some. ]

Haha, good...though cold. I th-think it'd be better in summer...

[ he should’ve brought a scarf or something— alas!! after clipping all the safety measures into place, including where they can safely put the helmets, eren puts his entire arm around elliot to pretty much cover his entire back, keeping him close to his body and chest, and rubbing the arm it’s settled on. ]

Let’s get you warmed up. [ says eren with a bit of a chatter from his teeth. at least it wasn’t a long walk to the theater from here. it looked pretty busy and filled with lights the closer they got, massive front doors open and receiving their guests. ] Promise I’ll have the car back soon.

[Elliot gets up from the motorcycle when it's safe to do so, smiling up at Eren as he puts his arm around him. Yes please, give him your body warmth.]

I-It's okay. I know it's just in the shop... [Eren couldn't help that bit. Or that it goes this cold this fast.] Y-You look pretty cold too though.

[ him?? cold??? no he is not cold, he’s just . . . vibrating to further intensify his heating properties. at least, this time, he will not deny what is very, very obviously true. he is a little cold. ]

Nothing a little teamwork won’t fix. [ GET IT, BECAUSE BODY HEAT. he gives a reassuring smile at least, and once they near those tall, open theater doors, he stops a bit before that just to straighten his posture, and offer his arm in a gentlemanly hook again. in other times, he might’ve been worried sick— and there might be a pinch of nervousness in his middle, but there’s a fairly larger desire to just do him. do them. that’s what mattered, and that’s what this was even for.

he just smiles, a lot, like a dork, and once they’re in— well, it’s certainly beautiful. much gala, very music. they even have a place to take the coats! you know what eren’s excited for? to see him in full suit. and, of course, for elliot to see him in full uniform. ]

[ HE GETS IT, and it gets a little chuckle out of him. Elliot was already feeling excited as they approached the theater doors- they're actually going! But Eren offering a gentlemanly arm like that as they are heading in? Man, Elliot is completely charmed by it and takes his arm while beaming. Going to a fancy gala with his boyfriend? It's like something out of fairy tale.

Once inside? He can't help but look around in clear awe.]

Pretty...!

[But oh, coats are being taken. He makes a quick "oh hold on!" as he switches his wallet and phone out of his coat pocket and into his pants pocket, before handing his over his coat. His suit isn't very fancy. It's actually the suit he wears at his job. A black suit with a nice (clip on) tie. But it fits him, and it's nice enough to pass for a gala]

[ a miracle, a true miracle that he’s gotten this far to the point of charming. eren, you charmer. and two months ago you were freaking out about how to touch his hand. eren feels all the good feeling flutters the world could offer him at that moment, from the reaction (it was pretty, but most of all, he was happy he could be the one to bring him), to how . . . great he looked, with the coat gone. it didn’t matter if it was his only one!)

dawning that royal blue, silver buttons and wings to his rank once his own coat is gone, eren only needs to adjust the one thing that bothers him— the gosh darn bow tie. this thing felt like it would choke him at some point . . . but occasions are occasions! his shoulder insignia makes up for it, anyway. giving a bit of a lean forward and with his voice lowered: ]

Pretty handsome. [ the way he’s looking at elliot though makes it a complete given that he’s not talking about the theater. ayyy. he takes his arm then, to lead him to the inner doors, or, if he wanted to walk around first. take some pictures or mingle. or do all that while they go to get their tickets punched, why not. ] We can go in whenever you want.

[ you can hear the sound of instruments tuning together, all at once! ]

[Honestly, Elliot's always found Eren's acts to be charming, even back when he was a nervous wreck. Still, it's nice that they've gotten so far. Being close to one another, the little touches between them- while the flutters and good feelings were there, they felt normal. It's probably why when he notices Eren's troubles with the bow tie, he doesn't think twice to reach up and help adjust it for him - making sure it's looser but still straightened out.]

Aw. [He smiles, knowing full well what Eren is referring to.] Speak for yourself.

[But that's a good intent, because while they are waiting for their tickets to be punched, Elliot does pull out his phone to take some photos of the theater. They'll be good to put up on his Instagram account later, and Yusuke would love seeing the artsy architecture. Though hearing those instruments tune? Just makes him buzz with excitement. Forget mingling, he really does want to go in. But-]

One sec- [He directs the phone's camera in Eren's] Hehe, I just want a picture of my handsome date before we go in. Smile!

[ elliot is fixing his bow tie, god bless this moment, and also, bless me, owlie, for not dying at how god damn cute and being able to give continuation. eren pauses and let’s his arms fall down to his sides, watching elliot loosen some of his previous work while smiling the whole damn way. his eyes might as well be melting into pools by now— natural indeed, like it should’ve always been that way, but never losing that pinch of excitement either.

(they’re going to blush and flirt into the next dimension at this rate!!!!!!! not that that is a bad thing!!!!!! they’ll create their own dimension. level up.)

eren nods a quiet thank you once he finishes, following and watching as elliot takes his pictures— it’s cute, that is, until he asks for one of him. god, he’s not photogenic (he probably is), and while the genuine yet sheepish smile comes up, well, why not go with it? ]

Just this once.

[ we all know it’ll never be just this once, though. so, he keeps his smile, offering a small salute to complete the shot with his uniform, because a salute would look pretty neat and particularly eren for elliot to keep: without thinking, his right hand pulls into a fist to his chest, over his heart, while his other hand, also a fist, curves in the opposite way against his back. smile in gear.

(that’s so patriotic it’s not even american). ]

[Elliot didn't know that Eren was trying to salute, so the hand gesture while it's a bit weird to him? He doesn't think much of it- maybe it's some gesture that he just doesn't know what it means. Maybe Eren did it out of some nervous habit since he knows he's shy in front of the camera. So he'll take the picture without any real thought to it, then looks at it with a smile]

Perfect. Thanks.

[Then he'll pocket the phone and reach for Eren's arm again. There's a very happy smile on his face.]

Okay. Ready to go in!

[ it’s only after the the fact that eren realizes his salute mixup that he seems a little more awkward. surprised, but embarrassed as he rubs his face and hopes that that flew over everyone else’s heads just as much as it did for elliot. that’s not what he meant to do at all, but when he thought of saluting . . . it just came.

“offer up your hearts”. he liked the meaning. ]

Sure you don’t want another one? [ he’ll do the right salute next time, promise. he says as he takes him inside anyway. the acoustics in the actual theater room were impressive, and looking at their ticket, he finds their seat— all the way up front. they’re just a row or so away from the instrument lineup, tuning the strings, the chords . . . the inside is beautiful too, and he can’t help but to look up at the chandelier. haha, woah.

they’re going to get a blast of sound. so emotional!!!! ]

Edited 2017-11-26 11:04 (UTC)

Hehe, no we gotta get our seats. Later though! [Now that they were in sight of the orchestra, Elliot had a one track mind. Even though Eren knows the way to the seats, Elliot's moving so quickly and excitedly he's practically tugging Eren along.

As they sit down, his eyes are completely transfixed at the stage and the orchestra]

What great seats- we can see every player!

[ at least he can redeem himself!! and never mind that either, elliot is actually pulling him. eren gives a chuckle to himself at the palpable enthusiasm, more than palpable really, finally getting to their seats and settling down.

can’t take his eyes off of you, boy. you’re radiating and it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. thank you, hollywood at recollé. this is the cutest shit eren has ever seen and he won’t say it but let it be known.

he leans over, and in a surprisingly low voice: ]

If you can see the note they play from here, imagine the sound.

[ he wants to see it.

he wants to see elliot explode ]

Edited 2017-11-27 00:10 (UTC)

[Oh he is definitely radiating in happiness. Listening to live music was only one of his favorite things to do (right after performing live music). And to be so close to a full on orchestra, oh, it's so good.

He smiles over at Eren (though really, the smiles are not stop at this point).]

Heehee, I won't have to imagine thanks to you.

[He'll lean close to deliver a quick peck on the cheek before he pulls away, once again focusing on the stage. The orchestra is just about ready to go, and Elliot is on the edge of his seat in anticipation. ]

[ double score. eren’s insides mildly double over when given the kiss to his cheek, smiling proudly that this, indeed, was the best choice he’s made in random gift giving. he’s definitely subscribing to the events that happen around here.

the lights begin to dim and focus on the musicians and maestro, the theater filling completely and total silence falling over them— it’s really impressive. eren takes elliot’s hand in his and gives him one more admiring glance before hollywood in recollé commences. their first score, CAMBRIDGE, 1963 to start the night off with something jubilant and welcoming. there are only very short pauses in between with a sense of continuation for each score as the lineup goes: MAN OF STEEL, DRAGONSTONE, PARADISE FOUND, PRAYING, AVATAR SUITE, THE IMITATION GAME, HOPE— the list goes on and i could literally go on forever too so let’s just say, a lot of good songs. all are stunning appearances with a show of lights and projected scenes of the filming projects they belong to behind the orchestra, making hearts pound, emotion soar and tears shed over the audience. speaking of that . . .

the last two songs are classics. FREEDOM in particular (look at that irony) has eren’s eyes going red, shining and blinking rapidly as it leads to an explosion of emotion and shivers. he’s not crying. no. it’s probably the lighting. the finale, after a nearly two hour show, is TITANIC SUITE, and yeah that doesn’t make anyone cry at all. it’s full of feeling that one can’t really put in words, and the musicians did an excellent job bringing that out. the theater explodes with an applause, holy hell, eren included. it’s amazing. ]

[Oh it was the best choice indeed. Good job Eren.

Elliot listens to the entire concert, with absolute no sign of boredom or fatigue. Every once awhile, he'll lean over and whisper a fact about a particular piece if he knows if - if it's difficult to play, what that strange instrument they brought out is - any interesting fact he happens to know about the composition. But for the most part, his undivided attention is on the music. Sometimes his eyes are focused on the orchestra, eyes darting around as he tries to take in every instrument. Other times, his eyes are closed with a smile on his face as he just visualizes the music.

And yeah, it's pretty needless to say he's brought to tears a few times just by the sheer beauty and skill of these performers.

By the time it finishes? Elliot of course joins into the applause, even jumping up from his seat to give a standing ovation as he claps very enthusiastically. Then he falls back into the chair as he needs a moment to collect himself]

Haha...wow....

[ eren listens actually, with interest whenever he did give his blurbs— it was just a really, really satisfying thing to see him so happy. it made eren happy down to the core, not to mention how good the actual orchestra was. how can one sleep through something so spectacular? even more so with these seats, the vibrations of every instrument felt like your own blood pulsing to each rhythm.

of course, eren’s eyes would switch between the show and elliot constantly, to see every bit of reaction— he was part of the show. it was also his day, and eren!!! just can’t get over him. the musicians bow and wave their bows if they had them, and once eren’s done applauding on his own feet, he settles back down, breath nearly exhilarated still and immediately leaning over. ]

When am I gonna see you up there?

[ cAN YOU iMaGINE ]

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