[ alright eren! do not panic. you’re just going to have to try and kickstart some godlike skills, no big deal! it might dawn on him now that said skills might accompany a very strong memory, and he might be on the receiving end of an attack.
he should’ve thought this out sooner.
but there’s no going back now! time for a simulation. the titan makes a noise and goes for grabbing the now even smaller (hah look at me joking) levi. please dodge this somehow, it’s going to be awkward if he picks you up! ]
[ fuck fuck fuck, okay, he definitely does not want to be manhandled (who knows where those hands have been?), so it's time to think fast. fortunately, he's good at that. better than he thought, even. he manages to figure out the whole "maneuvering" thing just in time, which sends him rather unceremoniously up into the tree.
success. except he knocks his head on a higher branch on the way up, earning a loud obscenity and nearly a trip right back down to the ground. fortunately, it all feels vaguely familiar. almost like he could have taught himself before. hmm.
okay, now he just has to... not fall out of a tree. or get grabbed. this is a really weird game of tag. ]
[ eren, despite trying to play big angry titan trying to not eat you because obviously who would do that!!! looks mildly distressed after the lurch upwards, a thunk and one of those curses that could earn awards. he wants to ask if he’s okay, because when eren was trying to relearn, he . . . cracked his ribs during a session.
but all that’s coming out are some gargles and attempts at words with zero amount of lips to help form them. spit goes everywhere, and now, for sure, is eren trying to sort of go after him with his palms.
[ oh, my god. he did not just get titan spit all over him. it hits him and he wants to scream. he's not even scared, he's too busy being thoroughly disgusted. fuck.
but he's still being swatted at, which is a problem. there's not much he can do besides... switch trees. so he tries that. and everything's going well until an anchor pops back out, on account of it being covered in slime, and so he winds up losing his balance and slamming into the tree. for a moment, he just hangs there by one side, covered in spit and probably bleeding a bit from his head.
humanity's strongest soldier, ladies and gentlemen. honestly, you might as well just kill him now and get it over with. ]
[ oh boy he’s definitely bleeding. it doesn’t take more than two stomps, or maybe just one and a half before he’s looming over levi and groaning with his brows in a worried knot. god, what has he done!!! more distress comes in the form of blarg blarg blarg as he carefully cups levi in one hand and tugs the gear’s wires in between his other fingers to set him down.
can you hear him?? how many titans do you see??? blarg blarg blarg!!! please don’t have a concussion and don’t freak out before he can put you down—! ]
[ yyyeah, he might—might—have a light concussion. it's no big deal. it doesn't even hurt that much. (yes it does.)
in any case, he's not freaking out; actually, he's pretty much frozen. it's not like he's worried Eren will hurt him (or eat him, haha!! joke), but there's something to be said for being in a giant hand for the first time. holy shit.
it seems his first priority is to attempt to shake off some of this drool. this is the worst day ever. ]
— at least. the shaking and drool is enough to get eren to shut up and stop making it rain saliva all over his superior. if anything, he gets a quick, throaty grunt of an apology as he’s set down like the most delicate of dolls. it was weird, but he did it.
and once that’s done, the titan keeps his hands to himself and kneels down on one knee. this isn’t proposal, do not get me wrong here. because pop goes the back of the titan’s neck, dipping its head down to reveal eren, the actual neck fetus just covered in meat. ]
when he's placed on the ground, he kind of wavers a little bit and then just flops down. he doesn't like sitting on the ground because it's dirty (obviously), but at this point he's covered in spit and blood so what's the worst a little fucking dirt could do, honestly? a hand comes to his head because he's so covered in drool he can't even tell if he's bleeding or not. of course, once he gets a look at his hand, he'll see that he is, and curse to himself again. shit.
he just stares at Eren in the cockpit of his meat robot (what the fuck) for a moment because it's probably the weirdest thing he's ever seen. ]
Yeah, I'm fine.
[ he doesn't sound angry, but he doesn't sound particularly convincing, either. ]
[ time for him to get out of here. show’s over, and 3dmg still needs a shitton of relearning before they go to the titan stage. he didn’t want to say no though, because what did he know about levi’s abilities . . . pulling himself out of the meat pit causes the titan body to begin to steam, carefully trying to drop his way down without too many harsher drops on the way. once he’s back and staggering on the ground, briefly looking back up at the disintegrating titan body, eren goes over to his bag and rushes back to levi, bringing with him the cloak from earlier and handing it over. ]
[ citation needed. he takes the cloak, but he's not really sure what he's supposed to do with it. he's covered in slime. you want spit all over your fancy cloak, bro?
...actually, fuck it. he'll just wash it later. for now, he'll go ahead and wrap it around his shoulders. it's probably too long on him, but whatever. he kinda likes it. ]
[ that was exactly for that!!! exactly!! bro he’s throw that cloak over a puddle for you to step over, they can send it to the dry cleaners he’ll pay for it. eren holds his hand up, about to address one thing first before— deciding maybe he should, you know, let him know! ]
You can . . . Clean off with it— I don’t mind.
[ how much blood splatters has that thing lived through anyway??? this is fine!!! and after a shorter pause, only to swallow and explain: ]
My mom’s a nurse. Even better than doctors sometimes.
[ ...well, okay, if you insist. he'll start by trying to get some spit out of his hair. this is his life now.
aaand on second thought, maybe seeing a nurse might be a good idea. he reeeally doesn't want to, but... yeah, he's pretty sure he has a concussion. he holds part of the cloak that isn't covered in drool up to his head to wipe off the blood and winces a little in spite of himself. god damn it. ]
[ what you should know about meeting with mrs. jaeger is one thing:
1. she is an angel
charismatic and bubbly with patients, she makes the worst of them smile on a bad day— not that she’ll probably make levi smile, but she’s way too nice. and talkative. at least she gets the message when it comes to quieter people and will patch him up with no further naggings. just extremely happy to meet another son’s friend and if you ever need help, hit her up.
she won't make him smile, no, but that is an exceedingly rare thing. he won't be rude, though—just quiet. even if they're not divulging the details of this accident, he's still really embarrassed. his former self would be laughing in his grave if laughing was a thing he did.
once they're done and he's bandaged up (and full of extra-strength painkillers, hopefully), he'll stop outside briefly. ]
Probably not gonna be able to try that again for awhile.
[ if only he could just magically gain the ability somehow... ]
You can try it some other time. It . . . took me a while, too. [ eren tries to laugh a little, ] Lots if falls.
[ and hurts. but, he had a wizard boyfriend to heal him at his worst, when he couldn’t heal on his own. the tried smile flattens into seriousness, and then he starts off with uh, ]
And you can always try mine if you don’t get yours. I’m pretty sure they’re all the same.
Two months? It was in November. I got the app in September. [ his muscles were probably sticks compared to the past levi’s, but. he might as well mention them. ] My body changed for it, too. You need a lot of muscle to get it right.
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he should’ve thought this out sooner.
but there’s no going back now! time for a simulation. the titan makes a noise and goes for grabbing the now even smaller (hah look at me joking) levi. please dodge this somehow, it’s going to be awkward if he picks you up! ]
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success. except he knocks his head on a higher branch on the way up, earning a loud obscenity and nearly a trip right back down to the ground. fortunately, it all feels vaguely familiar. almost like he could have taught himself before. hmm.
okay, now he just has to... not fall out of a tree. or get grabbed. this is a really weird game of tag. ]
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but all that’s coming out are some gargles and attempts at words with zero amount of lips to help form them. spit goes everywhere, and now, for sure, is eren trying to sort of go after him with his palms.
please, sir, don’t hurt yourself. ]
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but he's still being swatted at, which is a problem. there's not much he can do besides... switch trees. so he tries that. and everything's going well until an anchor pops back out, on account of it being covered in slime, and so he winds up losing his balance and slamming into the tree. for a moment, he just hangs there by one side, covered in spit and probably bleeding a bit from his head.
humanity's strongest soldier, ladies and gentlemen. honestly, you might as well just kill him now and get it over with. ]
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can you hear him?? how many titans do you see??? blarg blarg blarg!!! please don’t have a concussion and don’t freak out before he can put you down—! ]
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in any case, he's not freaking out; actually, he's pretty much frozen. it's not like he's worried Eren will hurt him (or eat him, haha!! joke), but there's something to be said for being in a giant hand for the first time. holy shit.
it seems his first priority is to attempt to shake off some of this drool. this is the worst day ever. ]
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— at least. the shaking and drool is enough to get eren to shut up and stop making it rain saliva all over his superior. if anything, he gets a quick, throaty grunt of an apology as he’s set down like the most delicate of dolls. it was weird, but he did it.
and once that’s done, the titan keeps his hands to himself and kneels down on one knee. this isn’t proposal, do not get me wrong here. because pop goes the back of the titan’s neck, dipping its head down to reveal eren, the actual neck fetus just covered in meat. ]
Captain— Levi, you okay?!
[ IT
SLIPPED OUT ]
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when he's placed on the ground, he kind of wavers a little bit and then just flops down. he doesn't like sitting on the ground because it's dirty (obviously), but at this point he's covered in spit and blood so what's the worst a little fucking dirt could do, honestly? a hand comes to his head because he's so covered in drool he can't even tell if he's bleeding or not. of course, once he gets a look at his hand, he'll see that he is, and curse to himself again. shit.
he just stares at Eren in the cockpit of his meat robot (what the fuck) for a moment because it's probably the weirdest thing he's ever seen. ]
Yeah, I'm fine.
[ he doesn't sound angry, but he doesn't sound particularly convincing, either. ]
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I can— take you to my mom?
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[ oh my god, how embarrassing. ]
No, it's fine. I'm fine.
[ citation needed. he takes the cloak, but he's not really sure what he's supposed to do with it. he's covered in slime. you want spit all over your fancy cloak, bro?
...actually, fuck it. he'll just wash it later. for now, he'll go ahead and wrap it around his shoulders. it's probably too long on him, but whatever. he kinda likes it. ]
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You can . . . Clean off with it— I don’t mind.
[ how much blood splatters has that thing lived through anyway??? this is fine!!! and after a shorter pause, only to swallow and explain: ]
My mom’s a nurse. Even better than doctors sometimes.
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aaand on second thought, maybe seeing a nurse might be a good idea. he reeeally doesn't want to, but... yeah, he's pretty sure he has a concussion. he holds part of the cloak that isn't covered in drool up to his head to wipe off the blood and winces a little in spite of himself. god damn it. ]
...Okay, fine.
[ only to make sure he's not gonna die. ]
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[ what you should know about meeting with mrs. jaeger is one thing:
1. she is an angel
charismatic and bubbly with patients, she makes the worst of them smile on a bad day— not that she’ll probably make levi smile, but she’s way too nice. and talkative. at least she gets the message when it comes to quieter people and will patch him up with no further naggings. just extremely happy to meet another son’s friend and if you ever need help, hit her up.
her hands are magic ]
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she won't make him smile, no, but that is an exceedingly rare thing. he won't be rude, though—just quiet. even if they're not divulging the details of this accident, he's still really embarrassed. his former self would be laughing in his grave if laughing was a thing he did.
once they're done and he's bandaged up (and full of extra-strength painkillers, hopefully), he'll stop outside briefly. ]
Probably not gonna be able to try that again for awhile.
[ if only he could just magically gain the ability somehow... ]
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[ and hurts. but, he had a wizard boyfriend to heal him at his worst, when he couldn’t heal on his own. the tried smile flattens into seriousness, and then he starts off with uh, ]
And you can always try mine if you don’t get yours. I’m pretty sure they’re all the same.
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How long did it take you to get yours?
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Two months? It was in November. I got the app in September. [ his muscles were probably sticks compared to the past levi’s, but. he might as well mention them. ] My body changed for it, too. You need a lot of muscle to get it right.
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What do you mean your body changed?
[ everyone goes through puberty, Eren, you're not special. ]
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I got all the muscle I built in years back then in one night.
[ it was like pulling a captain America on yourself it was crazy ]
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...So one day you just woke up shredded?
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[ IT WAS A DISASTER ]
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That's awfully convenient.