Eris and Jean
“Hold still, Jean,” huffed Eris impatiently, dragging the wet rag across his face. “I have to remove the dirt first.”
He frowned and looked off to the side, once again upset about having lost a fight with Eren. But, he thought to himself.Eren doesn’t have The Eris Ackerman tending to his wounds, now does he? A small, satisfied smile crept across his face.
“Wipe that stupid grin off right now,” said Eris and he dropped it immediately. “You’re lucky I’m not about to fight you for being so reckless. You wouldn’t come out so in tact.”
He shifted uncomfortably on the table he was sitting on inside HQ, thinking about how badly it would turn out if he ever picked a fight with one of the Ackermans.
She pulled a small black container out of her pocket and twisted it open. Something Styx made a few years back that helped bruises heal faster.
“I’m sorry,” he said finally. He knew it was what she’d been waiting to hear.
She nodded. “I’d say that I hope you’ve learned your lesson, but you never really do, do you?”
“I suppose not,” he answered honestly.
She rubbed some of the cream from the container under his right eye and twisted the lid back on. “All right, I’m done.”
She stepped back, but he stayed in place, looking down at the ground guiltily.
Her expression softened and she pat his hair softly since she couldn’t touch his face. “It’s okay, you’re still cute.”
She slipped a flower from behind her ear to place behind one of his.
“Really cute!”
She smiled and he looked up at her. It was a lovely smile. “Yeah, this bruise must be very attractive,” said Jean sarcastically.
“It’ll heal up, and then it’ll be all back to normal and soft and pat-able.”
“I can’t wait for you to pat my cheeks again,” said Jean.
She grinned.
