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[personal profile] usurpers 2020-07-28 11:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ there’s something amiss in the house, new additions and the smell of dusty feather down. eren comes around the same way he always does: through the hole beneath the floorboards under the bed.

and what he finds roaming around are tantalizing little balls of yellow fluff, cheeping and pecking in between wooden seams. scratching. one wanders into the room just as the dragon slips from his hiding spot, slow and nearly at a stop with pin slit eyes thin and unblinking. he tongue flicks and his head hovers low to the ground, chest sleek against it and arms propped up to give him positioning.

the only thing that twitches underneath the bed frame is the end of his tail, as he waits for the little chick to get close enough. ]
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[personal profile] usurpers 2020-07-28 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ( he'll just break it, jean)

these little birds, as far as lizard brain goes, are an invasion he didn't know about. they're free game for a stomach that always seems to be hungry for anything acceptable in the sweltering summer heat. what does emerge into the room was a person-sized dragon, seven feet in height but much wider in bulk. eren's ear flicks at the sound of a voice but pays it little heed. the chirping was much louder, and the dragon's size was so massive and still he'd probably be mistaken for furniture in the chick's eyes.

slowly . . . hovering . . . closer, closer— when the chick realizes the skull of a predator after it, cheeps turn loud and frantic for only a second. the next, the dragon strikes, the flightless bird between crushing teeth. the shriek and crazed wing flutters last for a half second before crunches are far louder. ]
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[personal profile] usurpers 2020-07-29 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ when jean storms in and shouts, the immediate reaction is: swallow faster. eren doesn't need to chew much, if anything at all once his maw crushes a good amount, plus the chick's size hadn't helped in slowing him down— he only keeps jerking his head back until the animal has slid down his throat and left his tongue clean to smack and slither out again, for scent. ]

They're food.

[ eren's voice is— not quite his in full. it's guttural and deep, his words spit out from his cheekless jaws and form with front lips. his eyes aren't on jean, but on the chicks as he steps, his tongue extends and he doesn't have a reason to stop yet, with blood popping in his mouth and riling his appetite. the regular one, at least. they weren't magic and kind of tasted like the plain yogurt of meats, but. they're free and they're intruding. ]
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[personal profile] usurpers 2020-07-30 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the broom does so little (read: nothing) when wielded, the dragons slithering neck sliding past the others legs and nearly, just nearly nudging jean aside with his massive wing, but then he speaks. record screech. a wet blanket on his afternoon snack. a slippery noodle. a snowless christmas . . .

it's the only thing that remotely gets the dragon's attention, skull rising to hang face to face with jean. ]


Yours?
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[personal profile] usurpers 2020-08-01 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's kind of drooling . . . mixed with blood, but such was when you hungered yourself up for hunger, you know? jean, in between the shove, would get a much larger, wet tongue slithering out from between a mouth full of teeth the size of needles. licking his maw and swallow the taste, the remains, a few feathers stuck between his gums, he sighs harsh and deep; both apologetic as he is bothered. ]

Don't bring animals I don't know about and let them loose here next time.

[ things are slightly different now, and maybe it was a detail that escaped him to let jean know about in the first place. pets. livestock. familiars. they are all on the menu if they aren't welcomed. ]
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[personal profile] usurpers 2020-08-04 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ jean, if a a lizard stare could look so deathly . . . actually, they can. it's done in iguanas and it's a disgruntled look called the iguana glare. the more you know! in silence. the ice blue spine, a finned spectacle that trails down into a dorsal path only ripples the same way his ear flicks, or the way hide shakes when a fly sits on an animal. ]

Just put them in a box. [ and after a snort: ] There's shit everywhere.
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[personal profile] usurpers 2020-08-07 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ live animals. in the house??? jean. eren snorts outwardly, and what comes with it is a puff of smoke in jean’s face as he stalks past him. chicks go ignored. ]

They’re not tempting, you know.

[ just balls of yellow intruders that’s double as a protein bar. dragging his tail behind him, eren starts for the storage closet, dragging his wing talons and hooking them into a curl to awkwardly open the door and rummage into it. ]
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[personal profile] usurpers 2020-08-10 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[





lol, even if eren’s face isn’t laughing about it, lifting his head to reveal the handle of a bucket between his teeth. two buckets. one with a cloth in it and the other empty, dropping them on jean’s feet. ]


You’re cleaning. And putting them in there. [ the spare bucket, he can’t clean like this, he’s— super hyped up. ] Unless you want me to.

[ with those teeth

]
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[personal profile] usurpers 2020-08-11 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ mrrr. and with that . . . the dragon turns heel back into the bedroom. ]

Have a fire ready.

[ he doesn’t know what kind of dinner he’ll bring— but he’ll guarantee something by nightfall. without explaining, the bed clatters and gone does the massive reptile go into his hole, tail and all.

eventually, by dusk, he brings back a young buck. bon apetite. ]
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[personal profile] usurpers 2020-08-14 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ "us". eren's eaten plenty throughout the day, but something naturally rolls out of his mouth (now, all of him, humanish shaped) that felt more natural than agreeing. ]

It's for you.

[ maybe a percentage of that was an unspoken apology, the rest was probably just thinking about helping out. with the proper conservation, the carcass would last jean quite some time, whether cooked at the fire or dried under the summer sun or dunked in pig fat. what he wanted to do with that meat (like sharing it) was up to him. the urge to mention sasha (because an abundance of meat always reminds eren of her), he decides against voicing it this time. instead, as he ducks his head into the shadow his hair casts and hauls the buck forward: ]

It could last you the whole month— here. [ tossing jean a bag, looking inside will reveal a handful of white grains that are— oh, salty. ] Salt.

[ the expensive as hell shit that isn't so expensive here. it's ordinary, as are other spices compared to their bland as hell yeast and crackers. ]
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[personal profile] usurpers 2020-08-19 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ well. the question kind of answers itself. even if no material thing would change eren’s deteriorating mental status back home or his choices— he could, and at least he’d try, to do differently. try. it’s why, rather than letting the questionable silence drag, eren speaks up: ]

Stop asking so many questions.

[ and leave him be from interrogation for today— as in, let him just slink away to his own things while jean can have all the time in the world with his new deer. ]
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[personal profile] usurpers 2020-08-19 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he'll try to be a better friend some other day, but the day to make them both fluster like two idiots was not today, he didn't feel like it. but at least, giving him an entire deer was a start.

eren lifts his hand in gesture, and surprisingly, he'll be there. ]