[They'd survived. Because they had no other choice. (Because any choice that ended otherwise was unacceptable. Something he wouldn't allow.)
He'd leaned his arms against his knees to wait out the storm in his standard measure of unhappy attention. Doesn't pay the mundane surroundings much mind until she mentions it. It does look like one. Sort of. (So?)]
Are you gonna cut your hair?
[Why else point it out? (And maybe it says something that he asks—are you gonna—and doesn't tell—you should— They're worlds away from home, from the people they'd been, and Mikasa can grow her hair out if she wants to. They still rely on their gear, here. But not as exclusively.)
Nevermind that it's been more than a year since either of them has had a proper hair cut. Eren's too impatient to let his get too long (and too impatient to keep it too short.) But quick trims with sewing scissors only go so far.]
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He'd leaned his arms against his knees to wait out the storm in his standard measure of unhappy attention. Doesn't pay the mundane surroundings much mind until she mentions it. It does look like one. Sort of. (So?)]
Are you gonna cut your hair?
[Why else point it out? (And maybe it says something that he asks—are you gonna—and doesn't tell—you should— They're worlds away from home, from the people they'd been, and Mikasa can grow her hair out if she wants to. They still rely on their gear, here. But not as exclusively.)
Nevermind that it's been more than a year since either of them has had a proper hair cut. Eren's too impatient to let his get too long (and too impatient to keep it too short.) But quick trims with sewing scissors only go so far.]