[ And he is—a little early, even, tucking himself off to the side, out of the way but still in relatively plain sight as he waits for Eren to arrive. ]
[ spoiler: eren’s here earlier. he’s been writing things down by hand, so he doesn’t forget them, but— you can write notes on your watches too? you can. technology is amazing.
and it’s still a little hard for eren’s thumbs to get used to typing, but evolution was necessary. he’s looking between his paper and his watch, trying to pick out buttons, and . . . spongegar emote, he’s done enough for today. with a huff, the shifter pockets both things, looking around and— yes, flicking his tongue out the minute he sees akira. blep (now he knows what you smell like).
they’ve changed since they’ve last seen each other, haven’t they? eren’s grown curving black horns out from his hair, scales here and there of the same shade where his itch wounds used to be. it’s . . . kind of crazy, that it’s been a little more than a month. ]
[ It has been a while, and it's probably for that exact reason that he doesn't immediately spot Eren upon his own arrival. Akira isn't exactly looking for someone part-dragon, so it's possible his gaze glossed right over him.
But it doesn't now, when Eren approaches. A quick glance is enough to take in the horns and scales, a weird, more dangerous-looking mirror of his own black fur and elongated ears. ]
Oh, hey. [ To his credit, Akira doesn't really falter at the sight of the changes, only shakes his head. ] I just got here a moment ago.
[ Even before, Akira wouldn't have complained about taking a seat on the ground. Now, he feels almost soothed by the grass and dirt beneath him, soft and easily unearthed should he want to retreat underground.
... Not that he's going to start digging up the Coven's gardens. It's just one of those strange comforts that he's found himself to have since arriving here. ]
I'm doing all right. Just trying to settle in here and make a place for myself. [ He didn't ask for any of this, but he also doesn't have a choice. Akira is far too stubborn to not try his best to survive here. ] What about you?
[ oh same hat, eren has his very own hole(s). not to mention an appetite for snooping into other odd smelling burrows, who knows what you’ll find in there.
they don’t have a choice, eren thinks, but they do have the freedom to make use of their time. ]
I’ve got a place to stay. [ a roof (or earth) over his head was good enough for him, with bonded company to boot. ] Mostly just been trying to find anything that’ll . . . Make some sense.
[ he’s got the paper from earlier, unfolds it and hands it to akira. it’s chicken scratch, a language that’s far too old from a place far too gone, but he’ll be able to read and understand like sifting through your local newspaper. a few names are written: sully stitcher, anaïs thrush and oliver moore, with an arrow leading off of the last name moore with question marks, coven and puka. ]
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[ And he is—a little early, even, tucking himself off to the side, out of the way but still in relatively plain sight as he waits for Eren to arrive. ]
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and it’s still a little hard for eren’s thumbs to get used to typing, but evolution was necessary. he’s looking between his paper and his watch, trying to pick out buttons, and . . . spongegar emote, he’s done enough for today. with a huff, the shifter pockets both things, looking around and— yes, flicking his tongue out the minute he sees akira. blep (now he knows what you smell like).
they’ve changed since they’ve last seen each other, haven’t they? eren’s grown curving black horns out from his hair, scales here and there of the same shade where his itch wounds used to be. it’s . . . kind of crazy, that it’s been a little more than a month. ]
Did you wait too long?
[ he totally zoned out in tech land ]
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But it doesn't now, when Eren approaches. A quick glance is enough to take in the horns and scales, a weird, more dangerous-looking mirror of his own black fur and elongated ears. ]
Oh, hey. [ To his credit, Akira doesn't really falter at the sight of the changes, only shakes his head. ] I just got here a moment ago.
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How’re you doing?
[ he doesn’t have to gesture to the ears and such, but there’s more good will to knowing about how he’s actually faring as a whole. ]
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... Not that he's going to start digging up the Coven's gardens. It's just one of those strange comforts that he's found himself to have since arriving here. ]
I'm doing all right. Just trying to settle in here and make a place for myself. [ He didn't ask for any of this, but he also doesn't have a choice. Akira is far too stubborn to not try his best to survive here. ] What about you?
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they don’t have a choice, eren thinks, but they do have the freedom to make use of their time. ]
I’ve got a place to stay. [ a roof (or earth) over his head was good enough for him, with bonded company to boot. ] Mostly just been trying to find anything that’ll . . . Make some sense.
[ he’s got the paper from earlier, unfolds it and hands it to akira. it’s chicken scratch, a language that’s far too old from a place far too gone, but he’ll be able to read and understand like sifting through your local newspaper. a few names are written: sully stitcher, anaïs thrush and oliver moore, with an arrow leading off of the last name moore with question marks, coven and puka. ]
Have you heard about Dewaint forest?