[those ears sure had a mind of their own...as absorbing as the puppa pets were (and trust him, they were) the tiny flash of light is still enough to distract Styx's attention for the briefest of moments. oh, had that been..? but he couldn't be certain. the drummer knows Mikasa had mentioned the struggles of getting her ears pierced as someone now fatally allergic to most of the common metals, but that was a long time ago; he'd have to make sure to ask her whenever he saw fit to stand up again, presuming his brain could hold onto the information for that long.]

Mm...makes sense. Gotta stick it on from the start, yeah?

[kind of like how it was harder for people to stuff tacos that they hadn't made themselves, because the thing was already wrapped up so perfectly. or...something. the awful internal metaphor is easily banished by Mikasa's errant gaze, prompting him to look over at that same wall with equal intensity as he waits for something to happen.

...nothing. maybe it was something only fae could see?]

Mean, I've seen fauns? But their arms 'nd stuff never looked that big to me.

[looking down at his own hands for a second, he lifts the free one up to display it with a laugh. they big.]

Might just be 'cause of what I'm looking at all the time, though!