[ after messaging back and forth for the night, eren straps down when replies seem to do the same, pocketing his watch and getting comfortable: arm around lex, and face lost in her hair of smells and pleasantries. he’s tol. he can’t get down to her neck unless he was hunching.
his ripped shirt is a trophy as much as really weird to walk around with but it was the only thing he had. he’s not opposed to walking without one? it’s just the occasional chill from the city that bugs him. he pulls at fabric holes until it just rips more, and. well, no more shirt tonight.
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his ripped shirt is a trophy as much as really weird to walk around with but it was the only thing he had. he’s not opposed to walking without one? it’s just the occasional chill from the city that bugs him. he pulls at fabric holes until it just rips more, and. well, no more shirt tonight.
then, he asks: ]
Do you have any bonds yet?