[Eren is sore as hell about stupid magic shenanigans taking his fire and turning it into the world's fattest firefly. He's been sulking in his room, trying to think of ways to get back at the tree. He flips through the amber.
Something to kill? Perfect. That was just what he needed.]
Where are you at, Fuu?
[Eren grabbed the new spear he'd made (out of one of the pieces of wood he'd collected for the fire that he no longer fucking needed) and slipped his gem necklace under his shirt to touch his skin]
amber;
Something to kill? Perfect. That was just what he needed.]
Where are you at, Fuu?
[Eren grabbed the new spear he'd made (out of one of the pieces of wood he'd collected for the fire that he no longer fucking needed) and slipped his gem necklace under his shirt to touch his skin]