What the hell is that supposed to mean, you little brat?!
[That chair slams back down onto all four legs soon enough, and Zelos slaps his hands onto the edge of the table to send an overly animated glare Eren's way. How rude! He's not nearly as insulted as he seems to be, but this is the way he acts.
Eren surely knows that by now.]
That's the best in Tethe'allan fashion up there, I'll have you know! Only those who can afford it dress fancy like I do. [He waves his hand at Eren with a huff, leaning back in his chair and releasing the table with his free hand as well.] But I guess you're just a country bumpkin, huh? You wouldn't know anything about fashion when you have to worry about efficiency and use and all that crap.
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[That chair slams back down onto all four legs soon enough, and Zelos slaps his hands onto the edge of the table to send an overly animated glare Eren's way. How rude! He's not nearly as insulted as he seems to be, but this is the way he acts.
Eren surely knows that by now.]
That's the best in Tethe'allan fashion up there, I'll have you know! Only those who can afford it dress fancy like I do. [He waves his hand at Eren with a huff, leaning back in his chair and releasing the table with his free hand as well.] But I guess you're just a country bumpkin, huh? You wouldn't know anything about fashion when you have to worry about efficiency and use and all that crap.