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[abandonhumanity]

[Eren rushes down the stairs after the pig, following his path into the living room and, with one deft movement and a strong arm, flipping the couch over on top of him. If it crushes him, so be it.]

[traumaticus]

[Luckily, Whitey, like all animals come with a plot armor. The couch gets flipped over and it's only by a miracle he survives it and ends up in the empty space between the backrest and cushions. ]

M-meep. [Whitey lets out a quiet, careful sound as he looks up at Eren with his small brown eyes. Have mercy!]

[abandonhumanity]

[Eren squats down to stare at the pig, trapped under the overturned couch. He should shoot it between the eyes.]

Are you a Dreamer? [It's too damn clever to be just any simple pig, or maybe Eren just has to tell himself that.]

I'm opening the back door. Get. Out.

[traumaticus]

M-meep? [Whitey blinks at the question. A dreamer? What does that mean? He has plenty of dreams, just like any other proper boar. Of green fields, forests, acorns and other treats. And the soft cushions next by the fireplace in the royal palace.

He squirms out of his trap, casts a brief look at the doors direction and then back up at Eren. Please do not kick him out, pretty please? It's cold outside.]

[abandonhumanity]

[He is getting kicked out. The back door is opened. Eren disappears into the kitchen for a moment and returns with an imposing knife.

[The couch is lifted.]

Go.

[traumaticus]

[Well! The knife definitely gets a reaction out of him. Whitey squeals loudly as the cool blade flashes in the light and instantly rushes out of the door. Message received, dude. ]

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[abandonhumanity]

[Eren follows Whitey to the backdoor, closing it the moment he's out, and locking it for good measure. The other doors will be checked too. No pigs in his house.]