[There isn't even an answering machine message here, only some horrible recreation of the theme from that one SBaHJ video he did made completely of clips of different bird calls.]
We didn't plan it that way, it just... turned out that way. [he hums thoughtfully, then sort of flops over to lean on Davesprite, lacing his fingers into his wings again. Primarily those soft fluffy ones near his back. Because they're nice]
... I might do that, too. Mikasa... went home. So between her and Xion, I kind of need to go blow off some steam.
[you know. uproot some trees and eat them. that kind of thing]
[He glances at Eren, but wait yes that feels nice. Davesprite's wing twitches once and then some of the tension winds out of him. It's good to be touched. It's good to remember he's not alone at the end of the world again.
He winds an arm around Eren's back, holds him to shore him up.]
[they're just gonna end up a tangled mess at this table lbr. Which is fine with Eren. he scratches lightly at Davesprite's wings, pulling a loose feather here and there. You're not alone. And neither is he.
And that much is reassuring]
Yeah. I found the scarf I knitted her for christmas on her bed, but none of her other things. So... she went home. [And left him here alone. Eren is adamant as hell about how much he DOESN'T NEED MIKASA and SHE'S NOT HIS MOM and HE CAN TOTALLY STAND ON HIS OWN!!
but when she's gone, that bravado is much harder to keep up with]
[Davesprite doesn't say anything for a while, just holds Eren and lets him pet his feathers. It's the steam rising from the cocoa that prompts him to straighten, though he doesn't extricate himself just yet.]
You're welcome to stay here for a while, you know. We've got the room. Bro won't mind.
[the most gay. But Eren doesn't seem to care about the level 9000 homo. He blushes a little]
Y-yeah. And I know. And we'll be there when she gets back. [he sounds confident about that!] ... Mikasa will come back too. Someday. I mean, Commander Erwin's come and gone like five times. [he doesn't sound nearly as confident about that]
Oh diabetes. He actually knows what that is! He laughs]
Man, I'm not gonna get diabetes from one mug of cocoa. Mmm. [he pauses, pretending to listen to something] Do you hear that? I think.. I think the couch is calling to us. "Daaaave. Ereeeeen. Come sit on meeee."
[he squints, looking him over] No, you've got like... a torso here. [but the mental image of nothing but a disembodied tail with wings makes Eren snigger. But with a lapful of birdghost, he does what comes naturally.
[To demonstrate, he just sticks his hand through the back of the couch and pulls it back. It leaves a little sticky orange residue, but not so much he can't easily wipe it off with his sleeve. The couch has seen worse.]
[Eren makes a face] That's kind of gross, dude. But useful. [he keeps petting, thankful that his hand doesn't go through Dave and end up slimy like that... yuck]
[He goes quiet, staring into his cocoa and not thinking of much. Finally, he looks up.]
Promise you won't disappear on me.
[It's selfish. Selfish and impossible. But Davesprite just wants to hear it. He knows better than to believe Eren can keep it, if the city decides to let him go.
[the petting stops for a moment. Eren looks away, past his cocoa, past the couch, past the walls of the house. He wants him to promise that? But, he can't promise that. It's not possible.
But then, Eren was always doing the impossible. Because he had to. Because it was his lot in life.
So he turns to Davesprite, with a determined look on his face, and sticks out his hand with the pinky finger extended. Such a silly, juvenile action. But Eren's expression is as serious as a heart attack]
Only if you promise me the same thing. I promise I won't leave you. Ok?
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... I might do that, too. Mikasa... went home. So between her and Xion, I kind of need to go blow off some steam.
[you know. uproot some trees and eat them. that kind of thing]
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[He glances at Eren, but wait yes that feels nice. Davesprite's wing twitches once and then some of the tension winds out of him. It's good to be touched. It's good to remember he's not alone at the end of the world again.
He winds an arm around Eren's back, holds him to shore him up.]
Sorry to hear that.
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And that much is reassuring]
Yeah. I found the scarf I knitted her for christmas on her bed, but none of her other things. So... she went home. [And left him here alone. Eren is adamant as hell about how much he DOESN'T NEED MIKASA and SHE'S NOT HIS MOM and HE CAN TOTALLY STAND ON HIS OWN!!
but when she's gone, that bravado is much harder to keep up with]
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You're welcome to stay here for a while, you know. We've got the room. Bro won't mind.
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[he lifts his head, looking up at the stove]
Let's get our cocoa and go sit somewhere softer.
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[Davesprite starts to get up to make the cocoa only to lean forward instead and kiss Eren's forehead gently.
Wow, that was gay.]
It'll be okay. Xion's coming back. We both know that.
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Y-yeah. And I know. And we'll be there when she gets back. [he sounds confident about that!] ... Mikasa will come back too. Someday. I mean, Commander Erwin's come and gone like five times. [he doesn't sound nearly as confident about that]
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[He squeezes Eren's shoulder and goes to put the water and chocolate powder in the mugs.]
You a marshmallow kind of guy?
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[he shakes his head and stands up and looks at the cocoa]
Um, marshmallows. Definitely.
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[How many times has he lost Bro, now.
He ruffles his wings, glances back at Eren, and manages a slender smile.]
Two double marshmallows, coming right up.
[He loads marshmallows into both their mugs and offers Eren his.]
Enjoy your diabetes.
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Oh diabetes. He actually knows what that is! He laughs]
Man, I'm not gonna get diabetes from one mug of cocoa. Mmm. [he pauses, pretending to listen to something] Do you hear that? I think.. I think the couch is calling to us. "Daaaave. Ereeeeen. Come sit on meeee."
[he grins at him. GOOD JOKE RIGHT?]
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Fine, fine, go treat your ass to our fine cushions, you butt-privilege-toting douchebag.
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[And he throws himself heavily (or, well, as heavily as a thirteen-pound ghost thing can) into Eren's lap to prove it.]
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[oof. Eren holds his mug up to keep the impact from spilling it everywhere]
You're so light.
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[He flops down to lie on his back across Eren's lap, draping said tail over the end of the couch.]
But yeah, I'm like a ghost thing. I mean, I'm solid, kind of, but there's not a lot here.
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And that is petting his hair and feathery ruff]
But you feel solid.
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What, you've never seen me go through a wall? Totally ghosty.
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Nah, I've never seen that. You can show me later. [cause he doesn't want to get up right now]
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[To demonstrate, he just sticks his hand through the back of the couch and pulls it back. It leaves a little sticky orange residue, but not so much he can't easily wipe it off with his sleeve. The couch has seen worse.]
See, no big deal.
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[His eyes close gradually under the petting, but he shifts backwards off Eren's lap to sit up and lean against his arm instead.]
Glad you're around, dude.
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[Eren readjusts so he can lean back against him as well, making himself comfortable and keeping up the petting]
I'm glad you're around too. This is... nice.
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[He goes quiet, staring into his cocoa and not thinking of much. Finally, he looks up.]
Promise you won't disappear on me.
[It's selfish. Selfish and impossible. But Davesprite just wants to hear it. He knows better than to believe Eren can keep it, if the city decides to let him go.
He just wants to hear him promise.]
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But then, Eren was always doing the impossible. Because he had to. Because it was his lot in life.
So he turns to Davesprite, with a determined look on his face, and sticks out his hand with the pinky finger extended. Such a silly, juvenile action. But Eren's expression is as serious as a heart attack]
Only if you promise me the same thing. I promise I won't leave you. Ok?
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