This is why Eren shouldn't touch Jean's butt.
Jean cursed and yelled, "Eren! I'm serious, quit touching me!"
The fiery teen considered it for a moment before lunging toward Jean. "Ha- nope!"
"Why do you do this?"
"I don't know, but you should start running."
Jean did just that. He ran out of the room and out of his house.
Aha- I know where to go.
Jean would take refuge in the stable. His horse would protect him.
The brown-eyed man ran into the stable and stood in front of his horse's stall. The stallion whinnied happily and nudged his owner's head.
The sound of footsteps grew louder and Eren sprinted up to Jean, tackling the taller of the two and, once again, touching his ass.
The stallion didn't like it. Is he threatening my precious?
The chestnut French Trotter kicked down the door of his stall in one smooth move. Jean heard the bang and jumped aside. "What the fuck?"
The two-toned man didn't have time to process what was going on.
Snap. The sound seemed layered, as if three or four of… something had broken at once.
The next thing that Jean registered was the sound of Eren screaming.
The horse had stomped on Eren's ribs.
And it looked like the stallion was going to do something else-
Jean winced when the horse's hoof came into contact with Eren's crotch.
Ouch.
Sorry.