[Eren’s just like a cat, actually—right down to pushing for more when the attention’s elsewhere. Aubrey’s about to play-shush him, whether out loud or in thought, and then Armin touches their foreheads and takes her thoughts with.
[It’s hard to take any offense when he laughs like that. This is… not good… maybe…? He retreats before Aubrey can mull over that too much, but she blushes anew at his words.]
Th… Thanks....
[And then, again. Moreso. In a rather mortified fashion, actually.]
What…?
[A grin cracks at Aubrey’s mouth like the warning growl of a small animal.]
back in the “i have no fucking icons for this” trenches lads
[Eren’s just like a cat, actually—right down to pushing for more when the attention’s elsewhere. Aubrey’s about to play-shush him, whether out loud or in thought, and then Armin touches their foreheads and takes her thoughts with.
[It’s hard to take any offense when he laughs like that. This is… not good… maybe…? He retreats before Aubrey can mull over that too much, but she blushes anew at his words.]
Th… Thanks....
[And then, again. Moreso. In a rather mortified fashion, actually.]
What…?
[A grin cracks at Aubrey’s mouth like the warning growl of a small animal.]