[ okay, eren’s not crying, but— he’s absolutely delighted with the response, with the reaction, that he fails to show more lips than teeth to kiss him back properly. he’s grinning through the kiss but still trying to give him some either way, almost making the guitar lose balance and him awkwardly as his fingers brush against strings to hold it to his lap.
the gloves, though, the gloves bring momentary surprise to him. his fingertips stung right now, in fact, and they always would. a readied solution appears without eren having to think i’ll just play through the finger fatigue as he usually would. plow headfirst into problems. eren’s smile returns full fledged and further touched, taking the gloves and letting the fabric slide between his fingers and to his palm. it’s time to place the guitar by his side, now. he needs his arms for this. ]
Let’s see. [ he’ll slip one on to show it off, but. as guessed, eren has bigger hands. a tight fit, but he holds his fingers open for elliot’s hand. ] I’d love it, but— Not more than this.
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the gloves, though, the gloves bring momentary surprise to him. his fingertips stung right now, in fact, and they always would. a readied solution appears without eren having to think i’ll just play through the finger fatigue as he usually would. plow headfirst into problems. eren’s smile returns full fledged and further touched, taking the gloves and letting the fabric slide between his fingers and to his palm. it’s time to place the guitar by his side, now. he needs his arms for this. ]
Let’s see. [ he’ll slip one on to show it off, but. as guessed, eren has bigger hands. a tight fit, but he holds his fingers open for elliot’s hand. ] I’d love it, but— Not more than this.
[ come here you . . . ]