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[ there are some glass shards on the floor now, and— fuck. remember when he thought he was going to climb up? turns out, not yet! he has to collect all these sharp objects and cracks and shards off the road, look how much of a hazard this could be to people walking by?

elliot catches him right when he’s stuffing the smaller bits into his pockets. a bigger shard sticks out and he seems to have pricked his palm, but no worries there! just looking and tongue flicking around for any strays. ]

What about your room? [ i mean, they should totally check if the room is okay

definitely.

(all those pieces of glass are probably lonely) ]

[It takes a couple seconds to realize what Eren was doing. At first it looks like he was just collecting the shards to clean up the mess, which was helpful because Elliot could use those to repair the window. But then when he sees him pocket them.

Oh. Oh no. His hoarding instinct has kicked in. ]

My room's fine. I have a spell to repair the window, but um...

[Boy]

I'm gonna need the glass.

[ aaronpaulscreaming.png!! all of it? is half of what his hoarder part wants to say, that or a flat out no, but. eren hands most of what he could fit in his hand over.

except he leaves one out, on purpose. elliot probably won’t need all of it. ]

[He knows how hard this must be for Eren, with his hoarder impulse. So when he hands them over without a fight, Elliot will give him a grateful "thank you", and stand on his toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. He appreciates you bae.

Glass in hand, he walks over to set it on the windowsill. Luckily, the glass serves more as an energy saver so he doesn't have to conjure all the glass, so one piece he'll be able to keep. Then he steps back and moves to hold onto Eren's arm. This is a sizeable enough spell, so the physical contact boost help.

Once he's all set to go, he'll start singing a little repair and create incantation, his focus entirely on the window. The glass shards lift up and start to reform into a window. There's no way it'll look good as new, so instead Elliot improvises, using careful precision in his magic to change coloring and reshape it to images in his mind.

When its done, the window is repaired to have a stained glass look to it. One pane is, unsurprisingly, music themed. Meanwhile the other has a black and red dragon, with bits of other colors spread throughout his body - in other words, it matches Eren's coloring. The dragon is flying freely through the sky]

How's it look?

[ he knew you didn’t need all of it. watching the magic unfold, eren keeps his hands tucked away into the folds of his poncho front pockets, playing with the shard of glass he kept for himself— admiring the display once it comes back to life. the dragon gets him to grunt, a little flurry of content and surprise bustling through their bond in an instant, before eren pulls the shard he kept out, and twirls it in his hand.

he worries about elliot’s feelings for him, sometimes. the attachment, the bond. he’s a piece of shit, he has ugly flaws and he’s more a monster than not— and here’s this dude, giving him cheek kisses and making stained glass windows in his image. was he in denial, as armin was? or was he here for the whole ride willingly? he knows they’v made that somewhat clear since a while back, but . . . eren can’t help but to wonder, sometimes.

he doesn’t expose his memories and says it’s to keep the burden off of everyone else, which was true— he just couldn’t say he didn’t do it to preserve himself, either. a true piece of human shit, he was. ]

Flawless, [ the shard falls flat against his palm, and he shows it off with a flick of his tail. ] for a flawed window.

Edited 2019-11-21 20:44 (UTC)

[Really it's option C: He has super questionable tastes.

Elliot looks pretty happy about it. A little embarrassed, but aw well. It's probably not as good as Gaius would've done, but he likes to think it doesn't look too bad.]

Aha, thanks. [he scratches his head] I'll probably add the others when I think of how to do that. You just like climbing through the window and a dragon's just easier to design, also you did break the window...

[Something to represent each of the people he cares about. There's plenty of glass to go around. He's not afraid to get attached to people.]

A-Anyway! We were going to go shopping right?

[ god damn it, boy. ]

Yeah. [ and shopping they’ll go!! tucking away the glass he got away with, eren begins to walk and gestures for elliot to come along, only with his head, and the tail behind him that flicks against the witch’s ankle from behind. ] Does that mean you’ll need more windows to break?

[He makes a surprised laugh at the flicking tail, picking up his own speed to try to walk alongside Eren. The suffering of short people walking next to someone with long legs]

Haha...I guess so! Not today though. But if you do it again sometime, I'll let you keep whatever glass shards I don't need.

[In other words: HE KNOWS you squirreled one away]

Tell your friends before that.

[ unless they want to confuse eren for a vandal. but yes, the glass shard, the one he's stroking with his thumb as they speak . . . though, to that, he does pull it out again to check out the point. the best one he could've taken, oh how the curve dances into a sharp edge. very good. ]

Do you have something in mind already?

[ to wear, that is! they're so close by, too. ]

Haha sure, I'll give them a heads up you're not wrecking the house.

[Though really, it's not like this house isn't already full of loud noises and chaos. He eyes Eren checking out the glass. He's not sure what makes Eren so happy about it, but hey, he's sure Eren feels that way whenever Elliot starts geeking out over an instrument - so whatever]

Well...nothing specifically, but I'd like to avoid a tux if possible. I wear those when I'm hired to play at weddings ... and I always look like I'm a kid in them.

[ #justdragonthings. ]

A vest?

[ you know— formal vest, slacks, button down underneath. eren rounds a corner and leads them straight into a store, one that’s already advertising fantastic fabric displays, all flashy enough for a party. masks!!! get your masks!! ]

A vest could be good, I like those. Just make it fancier than what I usually wear...

[He follows Eren into the store, looking around. Wow, this story looks way fancier than last time he came here]

Oh wow, the stores really jumped on the whole masquerade.

They jump on money.

[ of course they wouldn’t lose the chance to make a few extra bucks after the holidays with the mirrorbound— and that’s not a bad thing. they know their way around marketing . . . one of the attendants, remember that young witch? the one with an odd taste in fabric, spots the pair and recognizes eren, bringing him the separate package and pointing out the changing room. go give it a shot! ]

I’ll meet you by the vests. [ he tells elliot, before disappearing behind curtains. well, most of him. his tail sticks out a little more than half way. ]

[!]

Oh! It's her!

[He remembers that kid. It looks like she actually found some work- good for her! Though, now even slightly more concerned at what this will mean for this "party poncho".]

Alright.

[He...can't help but bite back a laugh at Eren's tail sticking out. But he'll head over to the vests, coming through the racks to try to figure out a look. Hmmm]

[ interning, working, volunteering— whatever a girl her age with talent can do around here. taking off what little clothes he has is as easy as putting the new fashion statement on. there’s only one hole in it. it’d be a snap to get into.

as elliot browses, eren will casually walk on over once he’s done. let the imagination wander because it’s a catastrophe. over his shoulder, he observes what his bond picks out, from colors to models— blues? ]

Find anything?

[Elliot continues to browse, looking through the vests to get ideas. Sometimes he pulls out his communicator to snap a picture of a particular vest to show Crow later. Because of course he's going to consult the guy on all things fashion. But at least he seems to be veering towards an idea of a look.]

Some ideas, I'm thinking maybe something cool and themed--

[He turns to look at Eren, and then immediately jumps back at that look]

Whaa-- Oh Aidios! That's even worse than I feared!!

[EREN WHY. ]

[ hey man the fuck ]

It's not that bad.

[ come on. ]

Well...it looks like it'd be comfortable for a bonfire?

[You know, where it's dark and cold]

But that is really not the type of party we're going to.

[ so much for the party poncho :( eren looks around the premade pieces, and while some of them have back hole for wings, or harpy sleeves— wyvern dragons are so rare, it was hard to pull something out of their stock. I think you’re the only one here? it’s crazy! i mean, there might be some stuff from way back when? its p’rolly really old since that was when aefenglom actually had dragons, the intern explains as she points to part of their stocks all the way in the back.

eren gestures— maybe they should look, then? ]

It’s not like a have a lot of options.

[RIP party poncho. Maybe you're an idea too soon for its time.

Wow...this intern sure had very little tact on her. It reminded him a little of Millium. Both of them were acting very defeatist about this whole affair. But unfortunately for all, the masquerade was to be one of his music performances. Ergo, things he cared about had to be pErFeCt. There would be no mercy.

Eren can probably feel it on the bond while the intern chatters, like they had been in the eye of the hurricane, and now those raging winds that have consumed Elliot's mindset the past few days were coming back.

And as it happens, Elliot will get a smile on his face. A sweet yet terrifying "don't fuck with me" smile]

Um...excuse me, miss? If there aren't pieces that already fit a dragon like Eren, then wouldn't it be best to tailor an item so it fits your customer? With magic, making alterations should be a lot easier.

I mean I could do it for him, but I don't want to take your job from you, you know?

Edited 2019-11-29 14:25 (UTC)

[ right where eren doesn’t particular care enough to object!!! he only stares at first, a few ❓❓❓ from his side of the bond and responding to him: ]

It’s no big deal.

[ please!!! calm yourself!!! the intern perks up with an um!!, fidgeting with the ends of the fabrics of her shirt as if to control an itch. “i’m not allowed to take new orders, boss says we’re full and—“

you can tell she really wants to do it, but should she really risk her one and only chance–? a look to the left, a glance to the right . . . before she bounces on her toes and holds a finger up. “please don’t tell anyone-!! and i’m super new to this, ok?!“

honestly, ❓]

[Sorry what Eren? There is no calm here. Elliot is on the warpath right now. ]

Oh, is that so? Well wouldn't you get in trouble if they find out?

[hmmm. He does want to give this aspiring fashionista a chance. Sure, he's going to be very nitpicky, but that's the sort of challenges she'll face in the industry. So what to do...]

I know. I'm Elliot Craig. I'll be the main performer for the masquerade. Tell your boss that if they let you practice tailoring on an outfit for my Bond, I'll be happy to wear one of their ensembles on the stage all night. I'll even tell people who I'm wearing.

[Free spotlight and advertising, all night long. You don't get better than that.]

Think that'll convince them?

[ after a chirpy moment or two nodding her head, the girl speeds off wordlessly— if it worked or not, they’ll have to wait, but she at least looks certainly excited about the prospect and hopes to the sister gods she’ll get an ok to go through with this one. ]

You’re really serious about this.

[ honestly eren could’ve went with the party poncho. no qualms. ]

[Elliot watches her go. It feels a little nerve-wracking to use his name like that since he's never really had the power to do it before, but he does hope it works.]

...Yeah, I am. [He responds to Eren, giving a nod]

I know you don't get this kinda stuff but ... just because your shape is a little different from us, doesn't mean it's okay to shove whatever they couldn't sell off on you.

Besides, this could be a good opportunity for her.

[ it doesn’t . . . seem like such a big deal in the slightest, but elliot has the freedom to see it as such. it’s harmless, anyway. fashion: shit eren will probably never understand. nudity will be the ultimate freedom, either way.

she returns bustling with enchanted tools hovering after her, where they don’t fit in her arms full of fabrics and such— a measuring tape snakes its way to eren’s height and width at every angle, on its own, while a notepad and pen begin to scribble down the numbers, all while the girl (lets call her nina), separates the fabric by hanging each one on her shoulders. she has a purple and black samples in hand, holding it in front of eren’s scales and showing them both.

”if you have any suggestions, now’s the time!” she says happily. looks like it worked. ]

I just want my wings free.

[ that’s his only checklist. that and to not make it too ridiculous, like nina has been prone to doing in the past. looks like she’s getting pointers on how to channel her imagination and creativity, though. nothing outrageous. ]

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