[ He has dibs... It's a sweet sentiment that would warm Maruki through if he wasn't already feeling rather warm from this illness.
He texts Dolph one more time to tell him which room he's in, because it occurs to him– Dolph has never seen his room at the farmhouse. He probably doesn't even know it exists. Maruki isn't there often at all anymore, too spoiled for choice elsewhere. It's only because he felt too dizzy to bike back to the machiya after finishing up cooking for Thermo that he's here now, sprawled out on his bed, waiting patiently for his friend to come through the door.
The room still bears the decor that was once meant for Armin, back in the cottage Eren and Jean used to inhabit. There are a few of Maruki's own touches scattered about – potted plants here and there, a few stray library books he stole, the terrarium for the frogs Kanoa gifted to him and Eren for Christmas, some of the (many, many) photos Eren has gifted him hung up on the walls.
When Dolph does enter, Maruki turns his head to look at him with tired, smiling eyes. He doesn't move to get up, only holds his arms out to beckon him to the bed. ]
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He texts Dolph one more time to tell him which room he's in, because it occurs to him– Dolph has never seen his room at the farmhouse. He probably doesn't even know it exists. Maruki isn't there often at all anymore, too spoiled for choice elsewhere. It's only because he felt too dizzy to bike back to the machiya after finishing up cooking for Thermo that he's here now, sprawled out on his bed, waiting patiently for his friend to come through the door.
The room still bears the decor that was once meant for Armin, back in the cottage Eren and Jean used to inhabit. There are a few of Maruki's own touches scattered about – potted plants here and there, a few stray library books he stole, the terrarium for the frogs Kanoa gifted to him and Eren for Christmas, some of the (many, many) photos Eren has gifted him hung up on the walls.
When Dolph does enter, Maruki turns his head to look at him with tired, smiling eyes. He doesn't move to get up, only holds his arms out to beckon him to the bed. ]
You're the dummy, dummy.