An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Eren had found a nice bench outside to stargaze near the aft of the ship. They were so clear and beautiful this far out to sea. Eren wanted to reach up and have to sky lift him up so that he might touch the stars. He doubted anything so romantic would ever happen to him.
His musings were interrupted when a figure in a gaudy red dress and gaudier red hair-do stormed passed muttering all sorts of nasty things under their breath. Sitting up to watch, he saw them approach the railing at the tail-end of the ship and lean into it. Eren stood up to go see what the problem was, and he approached cautiously so not to frighten them, like he would an animal. Their shoulders began to lose some of their tension and the red-headed lady started to lean over the railing as if looking for something. Maybe she had dropped one of her jewels? Eren figured that it would be safe to talk to her now so he opened his mouth and said in what he hoped was a friendly manner, “Nice evening isn’t it?!?”
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