[ She takes the scroll, carefully running her fingers against it, if not for texture just for an idle movement of her clawed fingers. Carefully, to note. ]
You come bringing gifts and all I offer is company. What is it?
[ She isn't a modest woman, but she plays coy. Baiting. For the most part, it was just the echo of their words besides a few crackles of a nearby fire that almost always ran hot. ]
[ wanting to offer that to him was far better than any gift he could receive, though he'd never bring to light (with verbal context) that was lonelier a soul than he let on. by choice, perhaps, but only formed by the state of what his world forced onto him.
his own talons shift into his poncho's front pockets as he waits for her to unravel the whats-it, which would turn out to be colors. painted colors. an uncreative eye would only see a mess, but what eren gives her something abstract, odd— but a painting (not as professional, please, he's an amateur), made by his hands and her image. ]
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You come bringing gifts and all I offer is company. What is it?
[ She isn't a modest woman, but she plays coy. Baiting. For the most part, it was just the echo of their words besides a few crackles of a nearby fire that almost always ran hot. ]
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[ wanting to offer that to him was far better than any gift he could receive, though he'd never bring to light (with verbal context) that was lonelier a soul than he let on. by choice, perhaps, but only formed by the state of what his world forced onto him.
his own talons shift into his poncho's front pockets as he waits for her to unravel the whats-it, which would turn out to be colors. painted colors. an uncreative eye would only see a mess, but what eren gives her something abstract, odd— but a painting (not as professional, please, he's an amateur), made by his hands and her image. ]