[ Maruki rolls his eyes, nothing but fond as he holds the door open wide for Eren to enter first. ]
It's in the style of a traditional home back in my reality.
[ Maybe one day, you'll see one. After all, in another world, another time, you were one of my students, weren't you?
Trapped deftly under his tongue and swallowed back down. He can't confuse Eren any more than he already is. Memories need to be metered out slowly; they'll get there.
He gestures gently for Eren to remove his shoes with him in the sunken entryway before they continue on, and it's so surreal, suddenly. He's spent the past weeks holed up in this house while not at work, keeping the business Eren started running. His misery about Eren kept him here, and now he's here, and it's–
Not something to take for granted. Not for a moment. ]
I can make you some food, or we can just sit and talk.
[ A gesture to the airy kitchen, then to the little alcove that looks out into one of the gardens, cushions on the tatami floor to rest on and a low table for drinks. Whatever Eren wants. ]
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It's in the style of a traditional home back in my reality.
[ Maybe one day, you'll see one. After all, in another world, another time, you were one of my students, weren't you?
Trapped deftly under his tongue and swallowed back down. He can't confuse Eren any more than he already is. Memories need to be metered out slowly; they'll get there.
He gestures gently for Eren to remove his shoes with him in the sunken entryway before they continue on, and it's so surreal, suddenly. He's spent the past weeks holed up in this house while not at work, keeping the business Eren started running. His misery about Eren kept him here, and now he's here, and it's–
Not something to take for granted. Not for a moment. ]
I can make you some food, or we can just sit and talk.
[ A gesture to the airy kitchen, then to the little alcove that looks out into one of the gardens, cushions on the tatami floor to rest on and a low table for drinks. Whatever Eren wants. ]