Or maybe not, because Jean looks mortally offended for a second. ] Wha— [ And really, November wouldn't hear the end of it—how they are not even remotely alike, how insulting it is to be compared to that suicidal shithead, how him and Eren are so far apart they may as well be on opposite poles—but he gets cut off just in time.
His mouth shuts with a clack, then twists uncomfortably. Finally, ]
Yeah.
[ He seems to shrink a little at that. ] Does she know?
Though, he almost has to laugh at the immediate reaction. Because Jean isn't disproving his assessment, and is, instead, digging the hole deeper. At least, he's about to, before the other boy seems to clam up, nervous. ]
By now, maybe. She thought it was from several other people, beforehand.
[ Ah, get outta here with your things like logic, November. He nearly winces. ]
...It slipped my mind.
[ Which is true. He'd tried half a dozen times before scrapping the notes altogether in frustration and embarrassment, but in retrospect he. Probably should've at least left his name. He rubs along his neck, glancing to the side a little guiltily. ]
I didn't mean to make her run around looking for who left it. [ ... ] Shit, y'think it looks creepy that I didn't write something?
[ He kind of had to ask Eren for ideas anyway—far as Mikasa knew, he had no idea about her Japanese lessons. ]
[ Jean please, he's a Contractor. Logic is what he does best. Also noticing things. He's good at that, which is why his eyebrows lift a bit when Jean winces. ]
I see. Quite the slip.
[ That's kind of the most important part of leaving a present anywhere. November would point that out, but he's going to be gentle. The teenager already looks rather embarrassed. ]
I don't think creepy is the word I'd use, no. Forgetful. Irresponsible. Air-headed, perhaps. [ Harsh. ]
However, if you haven't already, I'd ask her about it. [ Is that a hint? ]
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Or maybe not, because Jean looks mortally offended for a second. ] Wha— [ And really, November wouldn't hear the end of it—how they are not even remotely alike, how insulting it is to be compared to that suicidal shithead, how him and Eren are so far apart they may as well be on opposite poles—but he gets cut off just in time.
His mouth shuts with a clack, then twists uncomfortably. Finally, ]
Yeah.
[ He seems to shrink a little at that. ] Does she know?
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Though, he almost has to laugh at the immediate reaction. Because Jean isn't disproving his assessment, and is, instead, digging the hole deeper. At least, he's about to, before the other boy seems to clam up, nervous. ]
By now, maybe. She thought it was from several other people, beforehand.
[ Including himself. ]
May I suggest leaving a note, next time?
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...It slipped my mind.
[ Which is true. He'd tried half a dozen times before scrapping the notes altogether in frustration and embarrassment, but in retrospect he. Probably should've at least left his name. He rubs along his neck, glancing to the side a little guiltily. ]
I didn't mean to make her run around looking for who left it. [ ... ] Shit, y'think it looks creepy that I didn't write something?
[ He kind of had to ask Eren for ideas anyway—far as Mikasa knew, he had no idea about her Japanese lessons. ]
no subject
I see. Quite the slip.
[ That's kind of the most important part of leaving a present anywhere. November would point that out, but he's going to be gentle. The teenager already looks rather embarrassed. ]
I don't think creepy is the word I'd use, no. Forgetful. Irresponsible. Air-headed, perhaps. [ Harsh. ]
However, if you haven't already, I'd ask her about it. [ Is that a hint? ]