I’m not nice to you. [ he unbuckles as well, reaching over to give her a hug as they’re there, seated in their seats and turning where necessary to make it work, hand behind her head. ] I love you.
[ — and he messes up her locks from the back of her head as he pulls away, and only doesn’t mess up all of her hair or else that’s be mean.. ]
[she can't cry. she can't let herself do that right now or she's going to ruin her makeup and get all snotty and gross and just overall be a complete mess. but Eren is getting her there, and she stays in the hug maybe just a little longer than her brother might want to. when they pull away, her eyes are still shimmering and she carefully wipes at one of them with the pad of her thumb.]
I love you, Eren. [despite herself, there's a tiny sniffle, but it looks like she has it under control.] You're the best brother a girl could ask for. And I still don't even know where you're taking me.
[ he knows the right time to pull away!! but, right, she’s going to get all ruined and that’s what he tried to not do in the first place!! with a grin, he gets ready to raise the car’s doors to get out.
and points out the window. ]
Look over there.
[ there is a sign that says “DANIEL”, a restaurant owned by chef daniel boulud. he’s never had French food, but the critically acclaimed restaurant changes menus every day. glamorous decor, brilliantly constructed food pairings and thoughtful extra touches. this is probably like
[it even takes Lina a second to realize that this is actually where he's taking her, that he's not just, like, showing it off? that he's not pointing to something nearby? and once that realization hits her, she feels a shock of excitement and surprise run through her system as her hands go to her mouth.]
Eren. Eren, how did you even get reservations? [and her head whips back around at him and the shock has faded to absolute unbridled delight, her smile so big that her face is definitely going to start hurting soon, her eyes about overfull with tears that she's somehow managing to keep at bay.] Chef Boulud is... he's such a wonderful philanthropist, he's such a good person, he's one of... oh my gosh, Eren?
[words are hard. she still hasn't even figured out how to get her legs to listen to her so she can walk.]
[ that and cash. he holds his arm out in a manner that makes it easier for her to hook around his. if anything, he is being a grinning, delighted gentleman himself.
there’s nothing better than spoiling his loved ones. ]
We can talk about him inside. Okay?
[ she’s going to have the time of her life and eren can’t help but just. melt inside. ]
[she's going to die. no, she won't, but she's going to be extremely emotional this entire time. she feels underdressed. she's not! she's fine. but she's. she feels it. she feels like this is a place that she'd always wanted to at least go to but she'd never actually be able to set foot inside until literally right now with Eren, with her dear beloved brother, with him helping her out and uplifting her every step of the way.]
[while all those thoughts buzz through her head inside, on the surface it goes by in an instant and her legs actually start working to get her out of the car and actually ready to. do this. to do this. the fear and trepidation is melting away in favor of excitement, and she just. her first inclination is to walk around and be at Eren's side, so she actually listens to her and does exactly that.]
I'll let you lead the way. You're the one who looks like a professional adult. [she giggles, though. blue hair is modern. and it matches her eyes, and also the rest of her outfit. she'll be fine.]
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[ — and he messes up her locks from the back of her head as he pulls away, and only doesn’t mess up all of her hair or else that’s be mean.. ]
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I love you, Eren. [despite herself, there's a tiny sniffle, but it looks like she has it under control.] You're the best brother a girl could ask for. And I still don't even know where you're taking me.
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and points out the window. ]
Look over there.
[ there is a sign that says “DANIEL”, a restaurant owned by chef daniel boulud. he’s never had French food, but the critically acclaimed restaurant changes menus every day. glamorous decor, brilliantly constructed food pairings and thoughtful extra touches. this is probably like
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Eren. Eren, how did you even get reservations? [and her head whips back around at him and the shock has faded to absolute unbridled delight, her smile so big that her face is definitely going to start hurting soon, her eyes about overfull with tears that she's somehow managing to keep at bay.] Chef Boulud is... he's such a wonderful philanthropist, he's such a good person, he's one of... oh my gosh, Eren?
[words are hard. she still hasn't even figured out how to get her legs to listen to her so she can walk.]
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[ that and cash. he holds his arm out in a manner that makes it easier for her to hook around his. if anything, he is being a grinning, delighted gentleman himself.
there’s nothing better than spoiling his loved ones. ]
We can talk about him inside. Okay?
[ she’s going to have the time of her life and eren can’t help but just. melt inside. ]
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[while all those thoughts buzz through her head inside, on the surface it goes by in an instant and her legs actually start working to get her out of the car and actually ready to. do this. to do this. the fear and trepidation is melting away in favor of excitement, and she just. her first inclination is to walk around and be at Eren's side, so she actually listens to her and does exactly that.]
I'll let you lead the way. You're the one who looks like a professional adult. [she giggles, though. blue hair is modern. and it matches her eyes, and also the rest of her outfit. she'll be fine.]