[ a huff of air blows into her scalp. her jokes! ]
You're still sharpshooting.
[ she wouldn't waste her chances, would she! and neither would eren expect less of her. his tongue touches and flicks, wherever it could travel from where his own face to map her close to him again. not that he wouldn't do this when she was resting, curving to the shape of her body in bed— but it wasn't the same. maybe he was too enthusiastic, almost at seven feet and she had been out like a light to most of the spurt, but there was little to help his self control. the least he could do is give her (some) space to slowly find her way around the living instead of comatose.
still too tall, you see, though lex will feel the rest of his frame beginning to adjust, pull to a near crouch to get his forehead to slide to hers. hands find the sides of her face, her ears, and claws almost unkempt slide through her messy bed hair. pulling away is hard! but he does just enough to cradle her gaze to him. his tail is having a good time in coiling, coiling, coiling— until the needle tip is curling up somewhere at her ankles.
he knows there's a nuke in the room and all, but. his bag smells like food. ]
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You're still sharpshooting.
[ she wouldn't waste her chances, would she! and neither would eren expect less of her. his tongue touches and flicks, wherever it could travel from where his own face to map her close to him again. not that he wouldn't do this when she was resting, curving to the shape of her body in bed— but it wasn't the same. maybe he was too enthusiastic, almost at seven feet and she had been out like a light to most of the spurt, but there was little to help his self control. the least he could do is give her (some) space to slowly find her way around the living instead of comatose.
still too tall, you see, though lex will feel the rest of his frame beginning to adjust, pull to a near crouch to get his forehead to slide to hers. hands find the sides of her face, her ears, and claws almost unkempt slide through her messy bed hair. pulling away is hard! but he does just enough to cradle her gaze to him. his tail is having a good time in coiling, coiling, coiling— until the needle tip is curling up somewhere at her ankles.
he knows there's a nuke in the room and all, but. his bag smells like food. ]
I got you some things.