[Except that's not the end of the story, is it? Mikasa knows the sound of anger hiding pain. She's heard it in the voices of Shiganshina's survivors. Even before then, she's heard it in her own.]
Mine was a gift from my family. [She touches it, with just the barest brush of her fingers, and tries not to remember that night.]
[Her behavior is familiar to him as well, and it draws from him a sympathetic curiosity. His hands go into his pockets and he observes, debating, unsure of whether or not it's worth opening this can of worms when they've just met. Truly, he doesn't have qualms with sharing his story, but he doesn't appreciate their muns using tragedy as a means of lumping the two of them together either.
What do they want them to do? Tie their scarves together and share a kiss? Probably. He knows these things now.]
[She shrugs a little. Now that she's thinking more clearly, she's noticing that he doesn't just look like a guy with black hair. He looks like one of her mother's people.]
Where are you from?
[He's not a survivor from Asia, she has to remind herself. He's from a different world entirely.]
Of course! You didn't think something as important as Scarf Love wasn't measured, did you? You have to take scarves seriously, or your feelings for any of them will be meaningless.
Your "scarf skills" wouldn't do anything against the titans.
[As remarkable as a moving scarf is, the only question that matters is: Could it help her protect Eren? A prehensile scarf is strange but ultimately worthless.]
[When she bats at it, it tries to wrap around her wrist so he can show off by picking her up with it. It has the strength of a hundred men or something.
Failing that, he'll just slam the ground with one to make a decent crater. Same effect.]
[Mikasa has the instincts of a predator (or perhaps more accurately, prey). She jumps back, just in time to avoid being grabbed by the weird scarf. In the same movement, she pulls out a knife. If it tries to touch her again, she will cut it.]
Impressive. [She doesn't sound impressed, though. Just matter of fact.] Can you make them sharp?
Incorrect. That is the principle but not the method. The basis of all true influence upon the world is to free the mind and transcend the physical, to exist within the metaphysical. It begins with Scarf Love.
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[............their scarves really do look alike.]
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[It's not like they both just walked into a Peebles and bought the same scarf. Peebles doesn't even exist in Republic City!!]
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Mine was a gift from my family. [She touches it, with just the barest brush of her fingers, and tries not to remember that night.]
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What do they want them to do? Tie their scarves together and share a kiss? Probably. He knows these things now.]
Look, uh. We don't have to talk about that.
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Where are you from?
[He's not a survivor from Asia, she has to remind herself. He's from a different world entirely.]
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Are there a lot of people like you in Republic City?
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I don't know what you mean.
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They're scarves.
[Hers is a precious memento from Eren, but that doesn't change the fact that it's just a scarf.]
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[I mean. He's wearing like five. That can be seen.]
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His eyes (the two on his face and not the one on his forehead) dart side to side awkwardly.]
...Quit looking at me like that. Say something!
you okay with spoilers? if not it's all cool!
[oh shit your baby-crush is here, Jean]
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[Gundam fiddles with his own.]
My Lady! What stat boost does yours give? My own raises magic by 50....
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spoilers a-okay with me!
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It's just a scarf.
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She'll send me back. [She has to. Mikasa refuses to be separated from Eren.]
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[clears throat]
Hey, do you come here often~?
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I need to get back to Eren.
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E-eren?! Why do you need to find him so badly? I mean, its not like we got titans here.
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He's not here either, which means he's probably where the titans are.
[And she should be there with him. She's protected Eren their entire lives; it's unthinkable that something should separate them now.]
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[One of his own scarves reaches up, like an arm of its own, to try to prod her in the chest lightly.]
You have to appreciate the scarf as well as the sentiment!
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[It has three little flat square 'fingers' too, which are wriggled at her.]
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Your "scarf skills" wouldn't do anything against the titans.
[As remarkable as a moving scarf is, the only question that matters is: Could it help her protect Eren? A prehensile scarf is strange but ultimately worthless.]
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Failing that, he'll just slam the ground with one to make a decent crater. Same effect.]
I told you not to underestimate scarves.
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Impressive. [She doesn't sound impressed, though. Just matter of fact.] Can you make them sharp?
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[He uses the edge of one to slice a piece of the rubble from his little crater in two.]
Although I don't use them, you could also hold a knife in it.
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[A prehensile scarf that could be sharp enough to cut titan flesh. That could be useful.]
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[Actually his are actually a part of him so.]
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I don't think it works that way in my world.
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Who told you!?
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