[ eren’s shoulders slump in turn, and from his nostrils he lets out an audible sigh to express his cordial distaste (it’s not distaste at all). finishing the soup and licking his lips, eren inhales, satisfied, turns his head to elliot—
and can’t help but just. knock his forehead into his. wet lips aside, he offers the smallest of kisses, right onto the bridge of his nose. ]
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and can’t help but just. knock his forehead into his. wet lips aside, he offers the smallest of kisses, right onto the bridge of his nose. ]
What would I be if it weren’t for you?