Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III (
thisisamazing) wrote2019-04-30 11:51 pm
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Are you okay? That's- That looks painful. [He taps fingers to his own jaw to indicate the spot he's talking about on Eren.]
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but, alas. he doesn’t have a tinge of magic in him, looks like. eren comes over to check the books out himself, giving a lingering glance over at toothless, then clapping his palm onto the spot. lightly, at least. ]
Probably a bug. [ he doesn’t seem to give it much thought, but is hopefully capable of waving it off as nothing. if he may, he pulls the book’s hardcover open to check the text inside. figures and all . . . ] My friend would love these.
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Is your friend the, uh, the captain you mentioned? Or someone else? C'mere, you want braids, right?
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yes . . . he did. he did ask for braids. abiding with, both the motion and the verbal reminder, eren smiles, thankfully even, sitting himself on the grassbeds next to him and giving his back to hiccup. he’s bad at it, though, because in an instant he’s turning to talk to him, and bring the book along with him.
more of a prop to gesture to than anything. ]
Different people. At least Armin’s [ his friend, ] still back home to take care of things. [ and then. there was that. ] That’s where things got weird.
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It's nice to know that someone is back home taking care of things. [He agrees with that sentiment.] How did things get weird?
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He doesn’t remember the last four years. [ it was— confusing. his brows furrow and he remembers just how . . . ] It’s like . . . it never happened for him.
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Your last four years back home? That's... [He frowns, trailing off for a moment.] I wonder how that's possible. The last thing he remembers happened in your past?
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I haven’t heard someone have the same thing happen.
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[ speaking of which— ah, dang, okay. trying not to move too much here, stuffing his hands into his lap and carefully pulling a hand over to a braid that seems half done, just to feel the twirls. nice. ]
Did you find anything interesting yet? Anything, [ hand wave ] about all this.
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He hums thoughtfully, twisting in another small braid, more decorative than functional.] About why we're here? Not really. I've been getting to know the place, though, trying out for the Wilders with a friend. And learning magic.