“What’s the running total right now, I lost track after twelve.” Eren commented, tapping his chin as though he was deep in thought in trying to think of he exact number. “I’ve been told my face looks too smug, I ell them that it’s not smugness, it’s handsomeness and they’re simply jealous. They normally tell me to fuck off then. So maybe, you’re right.” He considered, knowing hat he could be a lot most of the time, but it would be out of character for him to dial it back. He in fact wasn’t even sure if he could dial it back. “You’re in the group? My own sister? What, did they offer you like a matching jacket or something and you were sold?”
"I don’t think one is able to keep count,” she said without hesitation. She loved her brother dearly, but the majority thought he was simply a lot. He was charming, yes, but at times even that couldn’t save him. Mavi felt very protective of him, but even she had to admit that being in Eren’s presence was not for everyone. “Oh sweetie, have I ever followed someone? I am clearly the leader of the group,” she smirked. “So you know, you better be in my good books or else one day you may simply not wake up.”