[ his tension (self-afflicted, importantly) instantly falls away the moment Erwin's lips are on his, though the flush on his face remains—and then deepens a little at Erwin's words. he smiles anyway, though, lifting a hand to touch Erwin's cheek. he looks pretty intent on kissing him again, and that's exactly when the first sprinkles of rain start to fall.
he scowls in frustration when one lands on his face. ugh. ]
Shit. You go ahead and get inside. I'll pick this stuff up.
[ reluctant as he is to shoo Erwin away, he does pick up their blanket when he can and shake it out a few times before folding it back up. after that he'll follow Erwin into the tent, leaving the blanket in the corner because it is the dirt blanket and they are not sleeping with a dirt blanket.
it's pretty nice not to be truly roughing it in that way. clean blankets only. how luxurious.
he leaves his shoes in the far corner, too, because the only thing worse than dirty shoes is muddy shoes. with all that out of the way, he settles himself in and starts fussing with the aforementioned clean blankets. 'fidgeting' would probably be a better word, actually; he looks like he isn't quite sure what to do with himself.
probably because he doesn't. it's not discomfort, it's just... something else. ]
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he scowls in frustration when one lands on his face. ugh. ]
Shit. You go ahead and get inside. I'll pick this stuff up.
[ reluctant as he is to shoo Erwin away, he does pick up their blanket when he can and shake it out a few times before folding it back up. after that he'll follow Erwin into the tent, leaving the blanket in the corner because it is the dirt blanket and they are not sleeping with a dirt blanket.
it's pretty nice not to be truly roughing it in that way. clean blankets only. how luxurious.
he leaves his shoes in the far corner, too, because the only thing worse than dirty shoes is muddy shoes. with all that out of the way, he settles himself in and starts fussing with the aforementioned clean blankets. 'fidgeting' would probably be a better word, actually; he looks like he isn't quite sure what to do with himself.
probably because he doesn't. it's not discomfort, it's just... something else. ]