So today appears to be a day which gets all the humans buzzing. They seem to exchange tokens of affection. Ever willing to do his part, the Colossal Titan kneels down next to his brother and sets down a very confused and unsettled horse in the grass beside him. He is as gentle as he can possibly be but the animal still kicks at his fingers in retaliation. The Colossus looks at JƤger expectantly. He likes these animals, right? Right. Good. Mission accomplished. (from molochh<3)
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā --- ?!?!
THE COLOSSAL cuts a monolithic figure 'gainst the rolling planes comprising Paradisā distant horizon, now stripped bare of the Walls that had once loomed so imposingly over its people / only a few short years ago.Ā JƤger, until this very point, had been content enough to simplyĀ ignoreĀ his stalwart companion in favor of more ... accessible entertainment -Ā ātil the rumbling of its approaching footsteps unceremoniously jolted him from his preoccupation with a babbling river by the wayside / gargantuan stride meeting him with surprising haste, for as unhurried as his ābrotherā typically is ... Of the two,Ā JƤger can do little more than gape as the Colossal bends forward, earth trembling as it bears the shift in weight / a great sinewy hand unfurling from an impossible length of arm, outstretched, only to place a --... horse ... ? on the ground next to him ... Huh ?!
Itās a surreal moment of disjointed seconds before JƤger can react, still half-braced for the humiliation of being picked upĀ ( as was becoming an unfortunate habit ). He blinks up at the Colossal, jaw shifting / teeth grinding tight with thought. Meanwhile, the poor horse prances around them in dazed circles, chuffing awkwardly as it chases off the heat of having been pressed flushĀ āgainst the Colossalās searing palm / ultimately rushing into the churning river with delightful whinnies of relief. At least, JƤger thinks, his brother had the courtesy not to throw the damn thing - and itās with that same thought he realizes: ... oh. A gift. However the hell the Colossal came to know about such an obscure human holiday as this one, it matters little. JƤger himself feels a prickle of guilt pinch at the nape of his neck. No, heād not gotten anything to reciprocate such an act of kindness ... it hadnāt even occurred to him. Furthermore, does that make him - inconsiderateĀ ? Ungrateful ? AW, JEEZ ...
JƤger pats at the Colossalās thumb, leveraging himself onto the large plane of flesh, knees awkwardly bumping into knuckled digits. He grunts, halfway embarrassed: OI, LIFT ME UP. ISNāT THAT YOUR FAVORITE THING TO DO, LUGGING ME AROUND ?
@molochh ā¤ļø
