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[ like watching a foal try to walk around for the first time, he imagines. not that bad, hah. his cheeks might be hurting a little from how much he’s been grinning (or burning). he’s so glad titan isn’t one of those dogs that start sniffing and poking you like something’s wrong. he’s just chewing his tire . . .

well then, he’s still freaking out. a good freaking out, mind you— he looks to elliot, chuckles, looks to the ground, then back to elliot, rinse and repeat. you’ve. gone and made him stupid. what’s worse, he wants to give it another try eyes darting down to his lips once or twice, but he’s so absolutely stupefied he can only keep his body turned and welcoming while he sucks in his own lips.

elliot . . . you really are a wizard. ]

I, just sort of, I never. Shit. [ he huffs with an airy laugh. felt this. there he goes not using words right because he’s all over the god damn place. ] What made you think that?

[This is his true power. He'll let Eren keep looking around, trying to sort out his own stupefied thoughts. His own giddiness manifests in smiles and laughs. If he was standing, he'd probably be a little bouncy as well, but oh, thank goodness for small favors]

Ehehe...well, you've never kissed a guy, right? S-Sometimes people will think they're attracted but then they, um, try...and it'll turn out...not so much?

S-Sorry, that made more sense in my head. It was probably stupid to worry about it.

I’ve never kissed a girl, either.

[ but he knows what he’s saying, or rather tries to understand it. it’s what jasmine mentioned once that he gets, now. it was never the right person, so he never felt the true necessity until it was there. he inhales though, rubbing the back of his neck. if there’s one person that should know, it’s obviously the person he wants to be with right now. ]

Honestly, Elliot . . . I don’t even know what the hell I am. [ and whenever he thought about it, he’d fall back into the same cycle of questions without the proper orientation, and it doesn’t change anything in the end. kindly screw names for it or whatever, but he does hope that it’s not . . . weird enough to scare him off. ] I just know that . . . I like you. I don’t think it really matters if you’re a guy.

[ guess that makes him elliotsexual or something. ]

Haha, that...doesn't surprise me but I didn't want to say it...

[You know, try to save some face for you. Like a true bro. bro-boyfriend.]

Aww. I like you too. [He gives him a warm and affectionate look.] Don't worry, it doesn't matter to me what you are. You're Eren - that's all I care about.

I just get nervous sometimes ... you know how I am.

[ the greatest bro-boyfriend that ever lived right now . . . and at this point, eren doesn’t know what else to do that didn’t have to do with smiling stupidly, and opts to actually embrace him with an arm, pulling him close and pretty much bumping heads sideways. a headbutt! ]

I know a little too much. [ but if elliot was nervous, then what was eren . . . a riddle you’d find under a bottle cap. ] Swear that you won’t worry about that, [ he holds a free hand out again, asking for the same shake he did back on the beach. shake on it. ] and I will too.

[ at least, they’d try. elliot frets quite a bit and eren had that so-serious-it-dramatic streak, it could be a recipe for nerve bundling. ]

[He gives a little laugh as he gets pulled close, shifting himself so he leans against Eren and moves his arm so his arm reaches over Eren's shoulders, to return the hug.

But jeez, making him swear. Elliot really did try to keep to his promises, especially with Eren. This one might prove a little difficult but...]

Okay, I swear. [He'll shake Eren's free hand with his own.] I'll do my best not to worry.

[He lifts his gaze to the corners of his eyes so he can see Eren]

But hey, promise me you'll tell me what you are and aren't comfortable doing? [You know, with the kissing and...other stuff] It's okay to say no.

[ a sturdy clap of the hand turns into a shift of fingers until they’re laced, folded into one other and holding with affection. sometimes— he still can’t believe he’s here, they’re here, doing this. it made him unbelievably happy. with a ton of understanding to boot, from both directions. ]

You know I’ll say something. [ at least that was one thing he usually still did, and that was being honest. if he didn’t like something, he didn’t like it. but, so far . . . no divergences. ] It was . . . Really great, you know.

[ on elliot’s part, he means. the kiss . . . that kiss . . . ]

Haha, okay. Just needed to hear that. [Not out of a lack of confidence, surprisingly, but just to make it clear. Eren was a rather unique case, he didn't want to force Eren to do anything he didn't want.

His fingers will interlock with Eren's. And jeez Eren, if he wasn't already blushing a lot that compliment would get one. he's smiling though] I doubt I'd win any kissing awards, but I really liked kissing you too...

[Honestly he looks like he's about to suggest maybe trying again when he remembers]

- Oh! What about your tattoo? Sorry I forgot.

[ great minds think alike when you’re both stuck on some dopey cloud. or, atlantis. no one wants to leave atlantis. he almost doesn’t get that last question, snapping back a little delayed, but better late than never. he just had to, ha, pick up his reflexes. ]

Oh— [ he. completely forgot. he’ll have to let go of elliot’s hand to do this, but he shifts in his seat, unbuttons his shirt, shrugs it off and— behold, those abs. he’ll turn more for the actual tattoo though, the beginning of a beautifully drawn wing that started at his shoulder blade, taking most of his arm like an actual wing would, if he had one. ] That’s all of it.

[ how does it look ]

[Elliot stares as Eren takes off his shirt. Of course he notices those abs first. He's...really, really glad they are already dating, because there is no way survive hiding how much he's staring if his feelings were still a secret. How much his cheeks were heating up. Eren was really fit, it was impossible not to stare.

As for the tattoo?]

Whoa...it's so cool!

[He says wistfully. The tattoo was bigger than he expected, and it looked so cool. Elliot was in complete awe. His hand reaches over towards it- but he snatches it away at the last second, like it was a hot stove]

C-Can....Can I touch it?

[ he can probably do his push ups with you sitting on him, elliot . . . let this be a to-do. luckily, he notices more the flush when he’s looking over his shoulder, half-turned so elliot could see it’s entirety. what’s not to like about hearing it be that cool? enough to want to touch it. eren’s smiling, and even chuckles a little when elliot snaps his hand away. he’ll lift his arm and offer it up. ]

Go ahead.

[Do it Eren. Elliot would be so thoroughly impressed.

Not that he isn't right now. Because seriously, it looks so cool to him. He always had a weakness for scars and tattoos. So carefully, as if he's reaching out to touch an animal or something expensive, he'll reach his hand back up and start touching the tattoo very gently. He'll trace along some of the feathers, looking mesmerized]

Heehee...so cool...I love it.

[ maybe when u sleep over

but, yes, words that make his heart jump and his smile melt into an irresistible, clearly soft buttered look. the power you have until the edge of time, elliot . . . seeing him like that gets eren mesmerized all over again, staring at his fluttering gaze. ]

M’glad I actually got it, then. [ he had been planning on it since the day he mentioned a “surprise”, but surprise, the apartment was fairly last minute and slightly bigger. one brief look around the apartment has eren coming back to, again, stare, leaning back against the couch (very, very comfy). he’s staring at everything that elliot’s face offers and probably gets lost in it somewhere. ] I can bring you over for those marathons now.

[ when they were talking online, eren probably mentioned the only tv series he actually likes and never gets tired of repeats . . . game of reigns ]

[As Eren leans back against the couch, so does Elliot. His hand will still be on his arm though. You said he could, so he's gonna touch and look at this tattoo for awhile ok? Okay]

Haha, you mean that show you like? [Elliot's never seen it. He kept putting it off, in hopes he could watch it with Eren in person sometime] Okay! You'll explain things if I get lost, right?

[ oh this is unexpected and— good. it has fallen into the good category, feeling his stomach flop around helplessly while his hand was still on him. elliot’s probably the only one ever allowed and welcomed. his hand is getting sneaky, and quite gently, it reaches elliot’s knee and he just . . . lightly strokes. ]

We can start from the beginning. [ because seriously!!! he doesn’t remember half of the character names to start, he’s mostly just in it for the story, and the old era feel

and the violence ]

You’re gonna like the soundtrack, knowing you.

[He smiles at him, totally allowing that knee touching.]

Haha, I'm sure! I already memorized the opening song!

[He'll start humming it just to prove it. Sorry Eren]

[ elliot no that’s cute— he’ll lift his arm over the couch, then gradually adjust so that it’s actually over elliot’s shoulder instead. now they can sit more comfy. ]

Can you violin that?

[ he wants to see you work some musical magic. ]

Haha, maybe if I had my violin with me.

[As Eren adjusts, so will he. He scoots closer to him, and give one more kiss on the cheek before relaxing against Eren's arm]

[ gOD YOU'RE GOING TO GOD DAMN KiLL HIM ]

[THEN I WILL BE THE TITAN-KILLER-KILLER. JUST AS PLANNED]

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