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[The last thing Zelos remembered was a scene similar to one when they had been on the ship. Goodbyes and farewells, people slowly dwindling down as they left the city and returned to their own homes. He hadn't been sure at the time that it would work perfectly. The last time, not everyone got home, did they? Some never came back. It was hard to know what would happen.

But then he woke in his own bed, sitting upright and looking around in shock as he realized it. He spent twenty minutes or so thinking things out. Realizing how much he remembered this time. How crazy it all felt. That he was completely alone now. And it wasn't until his butler came in the room and reminded him of his business with the King that he realized he couldn't just sit around and think.

Meltokio was a large, walled off city. The lowest level, closest to the gates and walls, contained the shops, the research lab, lower class houses and a lower slope into the slums. The next level up held even more shops and the coliseum, a big circle of a plaza with benches and sorts around the edges, and houses of the middle class. The tallest level of the city held the grandest parts: the church, the King's castle, and the noble's houses-- mostly notably the house of Wilder. The Chosen's house.

Wherever it is Eren ended up, he was sure to hear about the 'Chosen's' appearance today. Returning from a long journey after 'reuniting the worlds' or something of that sort, and speaking with the King. And if these rumors lead him well enough, he'll be able to catch the guy just after his speech, stepping out of the castle with a crowd of girls already waiting to follow him. He's not really into faking it today as much as he usually can, so he waves them off with an excuse and reaches into his pocket...

The pocket watch is still there. But it's nothing but a watch.]

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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.

[ Zelos was theatrical? Go figure. Eren braces his chin against his palm, eyebrow raised and lips turned into a frown. Because he's the brat here. ]

The hell—? I'm from a city. We just didn't waste all our time on worthless shit.

[ He picks idly at the cuff of his sleeve, which has a completely unnecessary gold embroidery that he's working pretty hard to ruin. ] What's the point? If it's supposed to make you look nice or whatever, it's not.

A 'city', huh... Sure.

[He's fine with just mocking like this until he notices how Eren is picking at the shirt. That calls for leaning over and swatting at his hand.]

Would you cut that out? It's a large part of status. What you wear is a large part of how you're treated. Why don't you just cool it and eat something so we can get out of here, alright?

[ Eren swats back, but whatever insult or quip he has dies out. Because insofar as he could put together, Zelos didn't really need much to survive at all— sleep, food, whatever. So it's obvious this was for him.

His eyes dart briefly to the ground with guilt, absently thumbing the gold thread with a little more care this time. A few beats of silence, then, ]

Thanks. For... all this.

[ He's antsy, and it shows; he picks up a piece of bread, tearing at it with all the grace of a kid that grew up fighting in streets and dicking around in barracks. And that's about it before he pushes his seat back. ] But I'm not really hungry— we can get going. [ ... ] If you can stand being seen with me in public, that is.

Hmm? I just thought it'd be a nice change of pace to show you how it really is to live.

[That's how he waves off the compliment after it all. Coming off like a complete douchebag. At least that's how he usually ends up coming off-- but there are certain people who manage to see past that lie and to the fact that yes, he was worried about the guy being calm and fed and ready to travel.

He doesn't want to face it anymore, so he's quick to stand up, waving to his maids to clean up everything, and walking towards the door.]

How do you feel about flying?

[ And the usual routine continues. Eren knows better by now, even if Zelos liked to wave off anything heavier than casual conversation. And frankly, it's more frustrating than anything else— why he felt the need to keep up with these stupid facades was beyond him.

So he says nothing in return, trailing behind as Zelos starts moving. He shoots him an odd look, speaking through some bread because he's a barbaric teenager. ]

You've seen me fly.

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[That just gets a laugh from Zelos as he reaches into his pocket.]

I mean really flying. Rheiards. Look, I'll show ya.

[Tossing Eren a small box like thing, he holds his own and waits until they're in a nice open area in his garden. If Eren is wondering what that small package could possibly be, Zelos soon shows it with his own.

Simply lifting his into the air, a large plane-like device that couldn't have possibly fit inside such a small thing just stretches out of it. It seems to appear out of nowhere, really.]

[ But... he did really fly kind of. The closest equivalent a human could manage, anyway, besides the crazy superpowered lot in Zelien.

Except the box is now a?? thing???? it's like thinking back to the train, except now it's another crazy piece of tech he's never seen and one would think he'd be used to this by now but— ]

Wha—!

[ He staggers back, staring wide-eyed for a good few seconds before tentatively raising his own. And he can't help but crack a grin when the device expands, letting out a breathless laugh, eyes locked on the 'Rheiards' with a pleasantly surprised glint. ]

You've been holding out, Zelos.