[ not caring so much for beautiful detail or blacksmith work as he was interested in how easily it could cut his fingers (honestly, between a beautiful blade with a poorly sharpened heel and a piece of paper that just cut his finger, he’s go right for the paper), eren tests the end by scraping digits.
at the very least, the mage gets a grunt— a sign that he’s been heard, but not so much heeded. ]
Thanks—
[ but the next time he looks up— there’s a girl. there’s no reaction beyond the wrinkle of his nose— the stench of a shade still hasn’t lifted. ]
no subject
at the very least, the mage gets a grunt— a sign that he’s been heard, but not so much heeded. ]
Thanks—
[ but the next time he looks up— there’s a girl. there’s no reaction beyond the wrinkle of his nose— the stench of a shade still hasn’t lifted. ]
You know her?