Five words or less

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five words or less! keep it short. keep it simple.   Brevity is the wit of soul, and we don't have all day! Use five words or, if possible, fewer, to tell someone how you feel about them. They could be a total stranger or one of your best friends; just keep it short and keep it honest.  HOW TO PLAY 1. Create a top-level. 2. Go around telling people how you feel in the shortest, most condensed way possible. 3. See how long you can go talking in short, barely-there sentences! Whoever breaks first loses!

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(AU)

[abandonhumanity]

Only person I still like.

[Untrue, which he fully expects to be called out on, but sometimes it really feels that way.]

[wormchick]

Hush. That's not true, Eren.

[ .- . ]

[abandonhumanity]

Might as well be, Lily.

[With a little nudge from his elbow.]

[wormchick]

'Might as well' isn't the same as 'definitely the case'.

[ Concise? The concept is slipping away. ]

You're still one of the only people that like me though, that's accurate.

[abandonhumanity]

[The ghost of a smile.]

You're supposed to use five.

[wormchick]

[ A fairy frown. Ah. ]

And what if I don't?

[ He gets the softest pow to his cheek. ]

[abandonhumanity]

[Don't mind the way he throws himself, stumbling as if he's actually been decked in the face (which has happened to him several times - he knows what he's doing here).]

I've been assaulted. Help. Dying.

[wormchick]

[ It'll never not make her smile when he does stuff like this. ]

Can't, shan't, won't.

[abandonhumanity]

[Cluthing his chest.]

Betrayal. You've become...[A labored gasp.]...my enemy.

[wormchick]

[ The fairy punches simply persist, to his chest, his arm, his torso- ]

[abandonhumanity]

[All at once, the act drops. He turns to Lily with a deadly gaze.]

I am gonna get you.

[wormchick]

[ O- O

[ She goes up onto her tiptoes, takes his face in her hands, and kisses his cheek.

[ Ou O ? ]

[abandonhumanity]

Nice try, worm.

[He allows the kiss, of course - but then it's time to lift her up and toss her over his shoulder.]

[wormchick]

[ Welp, she tried. ]

Ah, foiled again..

[ She all but ragdolls over his shoulder, until an idea strikes.

[ Eren's bum? Pinched. ]

beg fucking pardon

[abandonhumanity]

[Hey! He actually jumps at that. Laughs a little, even.]

I'm being-- [She is tossed unceremoniously onto the nearest plush surface.] harassed.

You heard her! Bums for pinchin'!

[wormchick]

[ And she lands with a soft oomph, and grins up at him. ]

Correct, accurate, excellent observation, yes.

[abandonhumanity]

[He will now climb on top of her and turn his body into dead weight (as if this is a punishment and not her favorite thing).]

Crush. Kill. Destroy.

[wormchick]

[ And, as usual, all she can do it wriggle happily, alternating between happy humming and giggling.

[ At one point, his shoulder gets a kiss. ]

[abandonhumanity]

[Ah. Her shoulder receives a gentle bite. He does have pointy teeth though.]

[wormchick]

[ She doesn't mind; she likes a bite, this one. Another kiss, for his hair this time. ]

Now I'm being harassed...chomped...

[abandonhumanity]

[Muffled, mouth still occupied:]

I'm eating you so I can gain your powers.

[wormchick]

Eren, no!

[ There's not an ounce of actual protest. ]

My power is being literal and sensitive! You shan't survive the winter!

[abandonhumanity]

[If Eren got any more sensitive, he'd probably cease to function entirely. Out of the two of them, an outsider would never guess who the crybaby is.]

Bear powers. Those ones.

[wormchick]

[ True, but is he prepared to lose the ability to regulate himself if the fridge is being too loud and there's seams in his socks and the kitchen still smells like the last thing that was cooking? ]

Oh.

[ A small sound of acceptance. ]

That makes more sense..

[ She nips his ear lobe, as a treat. ]

[abandonhumanity]

[He'd Rumble for less.]

Are you flirting with me?

[He nips hers back.]