[Where Eren’s pretty cut up, Subaru’s looking no better; hands littered with little nicks and cuts, as well as one across his cheek. It’s to be expected; he’s far from experienced in combat. Maybe they should’ve practiced not with the real thing, but some part of him - despite the stinging of his sliced-open skin - is grateful that Eren had enough faith in him to try the real deal.
It feels weird, though, to be responsible for those marks on his friend - superficial as they might be. He’s not sure he likes it.
He reaches for the bag, opening it to get the food out.]
I’m not sure how much better it is if I do it…
[His cuts have at least mostly dried, though they threaten to open at the slightest movement too far.
As he retrieves the food, he casts a look at Eren. He looks exhausted. They had been working hard - but it seems like more than just that.]
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It feels weird, though, to be responsible for those marks on his friend - superficial as they might be. He’s not sure he likes it.
He reaches for the bag, opening it to get the food out.]
I’m not sure how much better it is if I do it…
[His cuts have at least mostly dried, though they threaten to open at the slightest movement too far.
As he retrieves the food, he casts a look at Eren. He looks exhausted. They had been working hard - but it seems like more than just that.]
Is there something in here for you, too?