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" ʜᴇʏ ᴊᴇᴀɴ! If you won't help me decortating you'll get an ugly and scratching christmas jumper !!"
Fucking incredible. All he did was try to offer some bread to the other. He wasn’t that hungry after all and he knew Eren hadn’t eaten much today.
"—… Someone woke up on the wrong side of the titan today.”
ʜᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪs eyes at the other male. Maybe he didn't sleep well, maybe he didn't want to deal with Jean. ( not that he ever would deal with him. ) Also, he wasn't even hungry so Jean should eat it by himself and suffocate to it. "Very funny !! You should be a comedian !! Just shut up and let me make my damn duty !!", he just released another sigh and grabbed the pitchfork so he could start cleaning the stables. He wasn't in the mood for cleaning duties but who else but him should do it?
kirstxin
" ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ for your crap !! Go bother someone else, horseface !!" And cue a sigh of annoyance, hands buried in the pockets of his jacket and face half buried into his scarf. He didn't have the nerves for Kirstein right now.
farweitan -> weihnachtstitan
fucking fight me.
indie eren jäger. private. selective. single-ship. multiverse. written by cho.
"Yeah? What are you gonna have with you?" The blonde inquired, although he wasn’t the slightest bit interested. In truth, Jean thought the kid was acting strange — a permanent look of almost constipation on his features. He could’ve laughed, but for some unknown reason, he couldn’t bring himself to. He couldn’t even force the air from his lungs —— strange. "We could really use like — I don’ know. Maybe I’ll ask my parents f’ somethin’ like a console or a TV, yeah? Don’ know when we’ll use it, like, but ‘s worth havin’." Jean, as far as he could see, didn’t plan on doing much ‘studying’ during his days at University. He’d much rather kick back and relax. Though he’d soon learn that that wouldn’t be the case. The University had produced some top-notch students in the recent years, and they were determined to produce more — they may have looked a shambles, but their system was strong and securely held by the teachers they employed.
"Heard th’ first party of th’ year’s tonight. You goin’?” He akded, though not entirely sure why he was — he was going to drag his new ‘friend’ along with him away. He couldn’t just show up to a party alone with nobody by his side. No, that’d be stupid and foolish considering how many students were going to be there. "It’ll be a great chance t’.. get t’ know each other? Meet other people. I dunno.”
ᴀ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ sʜʀᴜɢ before lips parted to speak. "Beats me. The only thing left is my laptop. I couldn't take something like a TV with me since I wasn't allowed to." He could tell him that he spent the majority of his childhood at a mental hospital and that the property wasn't his. But he didn't know how Jean would react to it. He would ask multiple questions; why was he there, is he really not sane enough-- but he slid it and hoped that Jean wouldn't even get to know it. "Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Or-- if you want I can look for a job at my free time so we can gather a bit more. Let's see." He wouldn't mind being a bartender or the like; any job was good for the brunette as long as the crowd would accept his lack on professional experiences.
ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴊᴇᴀɴ sᴘᴏᴋᴇ about a party he shook his head. Eren wasn't really the one for parties, so he casually avoided them. "Nah-- I'm not really into parties", he replied. The parties at the mental hospital were the most tolerable ones but it was not that what Jean meant. He knew about the parties from the outsides-- lots of alcohol, loud music; nothing for his kind so he'd rather prefer to stay here. "I think I'd spend the evening with watching netflix on my laptop."
( femaletitantype )
ᴀsʜᴇɴ ʜᴜᴇs were set on the individual he called his comrade, mixed feeling came up, not wanting to show his actual nature towards her. he wasn't aware on how to approach her, yer it didn't even matter how. he took a breath, before approaching the girl. "annie ", he began, "why are you here? " another question was: why was he here? maybe it would be annie's concern, before she might tell him her reason to be here. but as long as she didn't ask he didn't say anything.
he didn't want to talk to anyone-- he just wanted to be alone.
pokes his cheek. this bastard lied about not snoring.
ʙɪᴛᴇs his finger.
ғᴜʀʏ. sorry for the lack of activity here, was been busy. i’ll do replies tonight. you can like this for a small smarter, though !!
ғᴜʀʏ. sorry for the lack of activity here, was been busy. i'll do replies later after work. you can like this for a small smarter, though !!
"Thought so," Jean muttered, turning back to his bed with boxes piled high upon it. He’d only now began to wonder why the fuck he’d brought so much with him, and where it would go. At any rate, he’d have to buy a storage room from the council office located in the rear end of the college. "—— Lemme make y’ an offer y’ can’t refuse, yeah?" he started, turning back to the brunette with flashed canines. "If I snore, I’ll let y’ dare me t’ do whatever th’ fuck y’ want me t’ do, an’ if you snore, I’ll just suffocate y’ with y’own pillow.”
It sounded relatively fair, he thought. He could see his new roommate being no problem at all, should they be able to get along— but somehow, an underlying tone of unknown annoyance hindered his thoughts and no matter how he tried to ignore it, he simply couldn’t. Something about Eren Jaeger tipped him off, and he’d not rest until he found out what it was.
"Y’ didn’ bring a lot with y’, huh?" he asked, gaze casting to the small bags strewn across the bare, pristine white slate of Eren’s bed.
ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄɪɴɢ ʜɪs sᴛᴜғғ on his bed he looked for a drawer where he could stock all of his stuff. He sighed as he got up and opened the drawer. Memories came back, and he wouldn't want that at all. This is a new life, this isn't the past. But it was like he couldn't stop thinking about it, especially since Jean was here. He'd rather change dorms to stay with him. "Yeah, fair enough", he said as approval to Jeans offer.
ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ to gather his stuff. Yet he was done quickly since he didn't brought much of it. He didn't own a lot; not that he was poor at all, but basically because he had everything he needed at the mental hospital. At least he had a laptop and a tablet, both being presents from his mother. It was like the least he needed.
" ʏᴇᴀʜ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴜᴄʜ. Don't worry, I won't borrow your stuff without your permission." he just wanted to clarify this. He wasn't the one touching other people's property unless he asked for it. "I'll get my own stuff sooner or later."
A small, muffled small sigh slipped past his lips, head shaking at the brunette’s question. Of course, he was reluctant to admit that the day had indeed kicked his ass. "Nothin’, ‘s fine — ‘m just tired."
ʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏ ruffle the other male's hair. "you sure? you can take a little nap then, i'll just sit here." he wouldn't mind at all let him lay on his lap. and he somehow enjoyed playing with his hair.
Inktober Day 15: I just really REALLY like drawing Eren in hoodies…orz that’s a lollipop btw
He definitely wasn’t enjoying— no, not one bit. Though, nothing could disguise the small and barely audible whine that slipped past his lips and into the space he held in Eren’s lap.
" ᴡʜᴀᴛs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ?" , he asked, not caring about if jean said to not speak. he was a little worried.