Today is the day. I’m tired of sitting around and watching her fawn over Eren like that, the jackass doesn’t even appreciate how much time she puts forth for him. It pisses me off.
I’m going to talk to her. I’m going to tell her, even if I make a complete ass of myself. Because, you know what? It literally can’t get worse than watching this shit go on. Wish me luck, Marco.
He closes the small book over the pen, and peers across the table to the usual trio. Eren was, ungracefully as always, shoveling food in his fat face, Armin was buried in a book, and Mikasa was attempting to keep Eren’s food in his mouth and not on her tray. Disgusting. She deserved better than this. God dammit, Eren.
With a deep breath to settle his nerves, he eases himself out of his spot, patting Bertholdt on the shoulder as he slips around him, and scouts an empty seat in front of the three. He tries to ignore the grunt that the brunet offers him, and definitely doesn’t humor the unamused stare. Not today. He’s learning. Slowly but surely.
” H … Hey, Mikasa, ” he offers sheepishly. Yeah, okay, so he’s hardly better at talking to her than he was back in his trainee days, but at least he’s putting forth the effort. Isn’t that what counted? That he was trying? Oh Lord, he hopes. ” How’s, uh. How was … your day … ” … Is she even listening to him.
Dinner seemed to drag on longer than she should have felt it to be. Was it from tiredness? Fatigue? … Even with the day’s events, however, the exhaustion that may have burdened itself upon her muscles seemed trifling to her. What with her attention being centered on more important things than her own well-being, though, her disregard for the slowed sense of time was a given.
And yet the focus of her attention seemed to be engrossed with other important things as well– namely, food. Ah. But it was understandable, of course. Though to say she was fine with how he ate might’ve been a lie. And so she took it upon herself to turn to the other and chide at him lightly, ignoring the other’s protests along the way.
A rather quiet voice filtered in her hearing– timorous, but familiar– just as she pulled back the hand that took care of her adoptive brother’s plates. Slowly, preoccupied eyes shifted to glance up at the voice’s owner, hints of curiosity noticeable from within dark irises. His voice may have trailed of into a murmur, her ears still caught his words.
“…” Lips parted by the slightest, she could only wonder as to why he’d approached him– something he needed from her, perhaps? Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Eren glance up briefly; and Armin hadn’t even batted an eye. "It was fine…“ The hesitance she sensed from the other did seem the slightest bit concerning, and so she felt compelled to ask. "Jean, is something wrong?”
