[ Jean 'Gold Star' Kirstein. It's got a nice ring to it.
Anyway, November is almost definitely mocking him. But he agrees instantly, thoughtlessly— ]
We don't. [ The very beginnings of a scowl start on his face before he can stop it. Him and Eren are actually... friends, maybe, but three years of absolutely hating his guts and generally knocking heads every two seconds comes with a little bit of muscle memory and teenage bullishness.
Having just dismantled his own, shoddily built lie, and the frown morphs to a small grimace as he scrubs across the side of his neck. ] Look—can you not tell either of them I was here?
[ Should be obvious who he's talking about, even if he avoids mentioning her. ]
this is a disaster
Anyway, November is almost definitely mocking him. But he agrees instantly, thoughtlessly— ]
We don't. [ The very beginnings of a scowl start on his face before he can stop it. Him and Eren are actually... friends, maybe, but three years of absolutely hating his guts and generally knocking heads every two seconds comes with a little bit of muscle memory and teenage bullishness.
Having just dismantled his own, shoddily built lie, and the frown morphs to a small grimace as he scrubs across the side of his neck. ] Look—can you not tell either of them I was here?
[ Should be obvious who he's talking about, even if he avoids mentioning her. ]