[ His skin's tan enough that it hides a blush, but he scowls openly. Of course he hadn't done this before— Eren was too married to the idea of killing Titans to care about actual romance. It felt okay enough despite the overly enthusiastic nose bumping and teeth clicking, so what was he going on about?
He fiddles with the belt strapped across Jean's chest, lips twisting into an uncertain slant. Well, if there was room to improve... he eventually grumbles: ]
How the hell am I supposed to do it, then?
[ Cue expectant staring. If Jean was apparently so good at this, he could demonstrate. ]
oh good, back to awkward teenage central
He fiddles with the belt strapped across Jean's chest, lips twisting into an uncertain slant. Well, if there was room to improve... he eventually grumbles: ]
How the hell am I supposed to do it, then?
[ Cue expectant staring. If Jean was apparently so good at this, he could demonstrate. ]