[ don’t smile like that, no, stop— he couldn’t resist the dipping!!! it’s hard to keep looking distressed when, well, you’re musical boyfriend looks like he’s having the time of his life, and you’d be a complete stick up the bum if you just keep trying to shy away, you know–? eren gives something of an exasperated sigh, turning a little red (ears go first, as always).
that’s right, he only ever sings alone, in his car (which is more like those melodic screams) and in the shower, alone. it might be sheepish in his expression, but he opens his mouth, and out come notes to match elliot’s, meeting with his hand and sliding toward him. ]
Just this dance? Or the song, you mean– [ . . . you like the singing, don’t you elliot. there’s dramatic gesturing, but eren breaks off from anything to close to race them up the hill again, but now: in a series of figure eights. ] One, or both, that smile burns me up with that gleam.
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that’s right, he only ever sings alone, in his car (which is more like those melodic screams) and in the shower, alone. it might be sheepish in his expression, but he opens his mouth, and out come notes to match elliot’s, meeting with his hand and sliding toward him. ]
Just this dance? Or the song, you mean– [ . . . you like the singing, don’t you elliot. there’s dramatic gesturing, but eren breaks off from anything to close to race them up the hill again, but now: in a series of figure eights. ] One, or both, that smile burns me up with that gleam.