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.]
[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. ]
[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.]
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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.
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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.]
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[The couch is lifted.]
Go.
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