[ 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. ]
[Elliot knows Eren doesn't get it, and that he wouldn't see why it mattered. But...Elliot was all too familiar with this tactic. Make something somehow inaccessible to a group of people, and then use their lack of having that thing as a reason to show why those people were lesser. It was a tactic nobles would use against commoners regularly back home. And he could only imagine what anti-monster propaganda would get fueled by Eren showing up at a fancy party in a poncho.
Elliot wasn't about to explain all that to Eren though. It was a complicated and systemic situation, and Eren wasn't the best at such social subtleties. It wasn't Nina's fault, and maybe not even the shopkeeper here. Still, it was important to push against it.
When she returns with excitement, he feels relief that his plan worked. A step in the right direction. He steps to the side, watching with a smile on his face]
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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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Elliot wasn't about to explain all that to Eren though. It was a complicated and systemic situation, and Eren wasn't the best at such social subtleties. It wasn't Nina's fault, and maybe not even the shopkeeper here. Still, it was important to push against it.
When she returns with excitement, he feels relief that his plan worked. A step in the right direction. He steps to the side, watching with a smile on his face]
Oh, that's a great color combination for him.