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[wintolive]

Oh yeah? What’d you have for breakfast? You’ve got 10 seconds to tell me.

[victorypose]

It’d take more than 10 seconds to type it out!!

[wintolive]

That took you nine.

You need to eat no matter how depressed you are. Where do you stay, anyway?

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Depressed? Who said anything about that? You’re jumping to some pretty big conclusions!

…I’m in the treehouses. What, are you gonna drop off lunch to me?

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Now who’s jumping to conclusions?

[He is going to do just that, yes.]

The last of my deliveries are in the treehouses. I can’t stop by if you really want me to that bad.

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…Deliveries?

[Eren Jaeger…a delivery boy…?!]

that last tag was meant to say “can” not “can’t”

[wintolive]

Yeah. Jean makes food for some of the others in town and I deliver it. Treehouses are my last stop.

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That’s pretty generous of you guys…

Why do I get the feeling I can’t say no to this?

[wintolive]

I guess so. It’s Jean’s idea.

You’re not about to complain about free food, are you?

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When you put it like that, I really can’t…

[When was the last time he had a decent meal, anyway?]

Alright. I’ll be waiting for you!

[>action]

[wintolive]

[Chipper as always! If Eren and Subaru are the same at all, Subaru isn’t eating the way he should; hell, might not have been anyway. But there’s no reason to starve in a place like this…

[Eren arrives another thirty minutes or so later. He has a mostly-empty wagon that he leaves by the base of the treehouse’s trunk. He grabs the last package from it before ascending Subaru’s ladder. Knock knock.]

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[Subaru had been waiting with a weird sort of anticipation for Eren; he was excited to see him again, as he would with any friend, but it was tinged with something he couldn’t quite place a finger on.

Weird. Anyway.

He hears the knock at the door and gets up from where he was lying in bed, doing absolutely nothing at all. That had become his routine lately. Just wasting away. Without anyone home to keep him occupied, he’s fallen back into old habits.

As he opens the door, he’s keenly aware of what kind of a mess lays beyond it.]

Hey. [He raises his hand in greeting.] You really did a route of the entire town before this? That was pretty quick.

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Not really. I started a couple of hours ago. [Pretty involved route right there…

[Eren peers past Subaru into his house. His demeanor hasn’t really changed from that cool, calm coldness. Still, he raises a brow.]

This place is a mess.

[He hands Subaru the package of food (it’s warm), stepping past him into the house.]

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[Subaru stumbles back, package in his arms, and quickly shuts the door before catching up with Eren.]

Hey, whatever happened to asking to come in?!

[He can’t do anything but protest, knowing full well what a state he’s living in.]

[wintolive]

[Eh…? Subaru hadn’t wanted him to come in? Eren glances dully at him over his shoulder. Too bad…]

You’re really not taking care of yourself at all.

[So much dust. Eren can practically feel Captain Levi’s ass kicking.]

Go ahead and eat.

[The meal is roasted chicken with vegetables and, as always, some fruit. Eren saved the one with strawberries for Subaru.

[He doesn’t wait to see if Subaru complies before casually starting to consolidate things into piles, unable to keep his hands still. He’ll start helping himself to finding a trash bag…]

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[The smell of the food is inviting, and his stomach aches for the sustenance. But he can’t just ignore what’s going on here! Still holding it in hand, he follows Eren around the room.]

O-oi, what are you doing?!

[wintolive]

[Another cool glance.]

Cleaning up. Eat.

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[He wants to protest, but his basic human needs win out. He starts to unwrap the package with some defeat.]

You really don’t have to do that, you know. [The smell of the chicken hits him. It’s so good.] …Sure, it’s not the cleanest, but it could be way worse!

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[Jean’s cooking is amazing - enjoy, Subaru.]

I’m not judging you. [He’s really not.

[He continues to clean.]

You’re getting free food and a clean house. Just relax…

[It’ll help, won’t it? Mess only makes things worse. Eren can’t stand it at all anymore.]

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[He really should just kick back and take advantage this. It’s not every day you get taken care of like this. And some part of him wants to…to have the burden of effort taken off his shoulders…

…He takes a bite into the chicken. It tastes as good as it smells, if not better.]

…If Ram saw me now, she’d give me a brutal talking-to…

[He sighs. He misses all these people who kept his life together.]

Would you believe I used to be a butler, and did my fair share of housekeeping? Kinda hard to tell from all this, isn’t it…

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With all this? [Where did he find that rag? He’s wiping dust off of a shelf.]

Hard to imagine, yeah.

A butler…[He frowns, though it’s subtle.] Who would want to live a life like that?

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[He shrugs.]

When I got transported to another world, there wasn’t a whole lot of options…I mean, I tried staying in the mansion as a guest, but that didn’t win over anyone’s trust - so on the next loop, I asked to work there instead.

[He takes another bite. He should probably sit down…but isn’t that being a little too lazy?]

It was hard work, and the maids had really high standards, but…it really wasn’t bad.

[He misses it, evident in his tone.]

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[It is evident, but…]

Sounds like a life of servitude to me. That’s all.

[There’s a pause.]

Sit down. [He’s still going - organizing, dusting, wiping, moving things around; if he weren’t so subdued, it would almost be a bit manic-looking.]

You can relax. [Eren can’t.] I’ve got it.

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[Subaru sits on the bed - one of the two in the house. If Eren ventures into the adjoining bedroom, he’ll find that the other is, in contrast to his, perfectly made.]

You say that, but it’s kinda hard to just sit back and let you clean up my mess like this…

[He has his pride too, you know.]

[wintolive]

I don't mind it. [Just let me. If he stops moving, who knows what might happen?]

Don't think I'll make a habit of it...You have to look after yourself too. [Yet, he's still going. He won't go into the bedrooms without asking for; he has some rudimentary understanding of boundaries, at least.]

I was thinking though...

That I should probably stop by more often.