*Patoots*

Sasha Braus | 18 | Scout When life hands you lemons, throw them back and demand potatoes.

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quietly stares at starters i still need to make...

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Chewing through a mouthful of food, you raised your hand and gently waved to her.

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"Ah, I'm so glad I finally get to see a familiar face again!"

[polishedforsurvival]

What a strange turn this conversation has taken. He can’t imagine why on earth this Sasha girl would care whether or not he’s eaten, or why she’d care about him at all. How much of this was she making up as she went? Considering she looked nervous enough to piss herself, he wouldn’t be surprised if she was winging the entire thing. Good lord the sight in front him right now was sad. “I don’t think you see me enough to catch me doing much of anything, do you?” He didn’t exactly hang around with the recruits, much less eat with them or anything else of the sort. “I eat when it’s necessary.”

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"E-eh, what do you like to eat?" She really needed to calm down, but he was very intimidating. Even with his stature. Still fidgeting, she reached a hand up to her neck, rubbing it to preoccupy herself so she wasn't just staring him down. "Ah, am I keeping you from work? I could leave you alone?" Stupid. She didn't mean to say that out loud. Usually she would just wait for people to tell her they needed to get back to work, especially since she wasn't the most talkative person, but here she was blurting out her thoughts. Of course, she never thought she would be talking to him up close like this.

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"Hey. How's the potatoes?" [otl sorry bad way to start it but hello]

"They would be great if I had some right now!" Leaning over, she grinned. "I hope this might be a suggestion that you have some on hand for me?"

(ahh no it's fine~ i was really surprised I had a message tho oxo)

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dude where do you get your sasha icons

UHM... I made a few of them, but the ones I use the most now are from here. I hope this helps?

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Glancing quickly around herself, after freezing up on the spot, Sasha attempted to deduce how to go about this situation. Walking by Mikasa alone was a very intimidating thing for her, and possibly for anyone, to do.

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Carefully raising a hand, you give a light wave and a closed smile since you were currently snacking and didn't want to show off that wet bready goodness.

[meneurx]

This is what happens when Jean is only particularly close to Marco. He isn’t too distant from everybody else, but, he doesn’t exactly know other people either. Quirks, habits, things— they aren’t something that he paid enough mind to. Even with Marco, he picked up most of the things he knew about him subconsciously. He didn’t study people, he studied situations. Jean was more or less dumb when it came to people. 

No response really came to him with her agreement, causing his eyebrow to rise a few inches before falling seconds later. His gaze averted to look elsewhere, not wanting to stare a hole into Sasha, biting at the inside of his lip subtly as the trees became more interesting as he avoided the presence near him. He was people awkward- save for with Marco and Connie. And, perhaps when he was shooting off a snarky comment. But, other than that— it was easier for him to be quiet.

Her question caused his sight to go right back to her, a visible look of being caught off guard coating his features before his lips pressed into a thin line and he allowed a smirk to grace his face, nodding. Jean wasn’t exactly sure how that could relieve the tension in the air, but, at least they’d be doing something. He decided to begin the walk, moving in her direction and only pausing for a moment to line them up side by side before he was beginning to walk once more- hoping she’d follow. 

"Why’d you join the Scouting Legion?"

The question left his lips before he could process it, but, there was no signs of regret lingering in his features when he turned his head to look toward her- curiosity there instead.

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She moved her hands to roll up her sleeves and ended up allowing them to linger there, fingering her sleeve nervously. When she wasn't wrapped up in her own thoughts, she could be pretty observant when she wanted to. That didn't mean she always made decisions that matched up with her observations, but it depended on the situation. Situations like hunting with her father, where her full attention was needed.

Occasionally, she stole a glance at Jean as they walked, not completely sure how to strike up a conversation. Her face was furrowed with strain and concentration because even thinking of a conversation starter could take her more than a few moments, minutes even. The awkward silence lingering in the air as their feet scuffed the ground was bringing about all of her nervous ticks, until he spoke up.

Sasha's shoulders almost immediately relaxed at the prospect of not having to sit in silence, but her back swiftly straightened up as she looked at him again, this time for more than just a glance.

"I..." Her words seemed caught in her throat, but did she even know how to answer this to begin with? Allowing her fingers to drop from fiddling with her sleeves, she then crossed her arms over he chest, almost as if she were cradling herself. With a furrowed face, she thought long and hard on this question. She had asked herself the same thing repeatedly the moment she chose to join the scouting legion and for nights after, but a real answer never really came to mind.

With a shrug of her shoulders, she wiped nervously at her lips before giving the straightest answer she could think of. "I wanted to do something important. Be proud of myself." The last part was more mumbled than anything, but it was a difficult question for her to answer.

[meneurx]

Sasha’s odd-like behavior was never anything to give a second glance at. If it wasn’t her sticky fingers for food that she was known for, it was the rest of her eccentric behavior. 

Was she always this preserved? Judging by the other bits of her personality that he knew without question— he actually couldn’t find himself remembering if she was particular chatty, or not. Either way, the stuttering felt uncharacteristic, and it bought her a raised eyebrow from him.

"I wanted some air," he answered what felt like a silent question as to why he was out here. And, he wasn’t lying- Jean was never anything short of honest. It was just the simplistic explanation. 

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"Y-yeah, me too!" She needed to stop stuttering, since she knew he was not going to be convinced that she was actually telling the truth. She just wasn't used to being caught off guard like this. At least, not by someone alone. If someone approached her, they usually came in twos or threes and it was no more than to ask her something, or report the next mission.

She definitely wasn't used to being too talkative with the guys other than Connie. Her mind was very much removed from starting up conversation. It wasn't because she didn't like them, it was more of she struggled to upkeep a conversation with them. Her mind was often buzzing about and keeping her answers straight was a challenge for her.

Scuffing her foot on the ground, she really had no other thought to what she should be doing. All that came to mind was to relieve any tension hanging in the air. "Want to walk together?"

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The sudden cease of her steps had halted his own, eyebrows furrowing before he let out a sigh and continued the approach. His boots crunched the ground underneath him until he was a few feet behind her, head tilted to the side in question.

"What’s the matter? I would have thought you’ve stolen food once more, but, you’re much too nonchalant about that."

He figured it’d have to be something different. 

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Turning to see who was approaching her, she presumed the worst, but she felt a little more at ease when she saw Jean approaching her. Relaxing her stance, she let her shoulders fall back as she tried to calm down. Why was she so on edge? It was just Jean.

"N-no I didn't do that today." She couldn't deny it completely, after all it was the key thing she was known for. "I just didn't exp-pect someone to be walking out here."

She held her arms as if she were cold, even though it wasn't the case, before shrugging her shoulders at him and trying to flash a reassuring smile. There was no use worrying him over her being paranoid.

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She had been walking, just walking, but hearing someone approach her immediately made her tense up and stop. But what reason did she have for doing this? She wasn't causing any trouble. All she was doing was walking. Yet still she was frozen in place, to scared to move an inch from the spot she was in.

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everyone's icons are so srs and mine's just... *AWKWARD FARTING*

[polishedforsurvival]

"If you say so." Her apparent struggle to speak made it obvious to him that the opposite was true but if she wasn’t going to say anything, he wasn’t about to stand there and try to get it out of her. Lightly canting his head he studied her, eyes growing increasingly bored and uninterested. The question she finally managed to ask though, raised his eyebrows. Did she ask if he was hungry? Of all things? "… Why do you ask?"

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"I uh-uhm..." Her voice was mumbled now and she looked down at her feet as quickly as she could without straining her neck. The thoughts in her brain were rattling around, but the clearest one was the fear of insulting him by looking away so she shot her head back up to look at him again, this time accidentally popping her neck in the process. Giving him a strained look, she quickly finished her statement, "I never s-see you eat s-s-so I was wondering if you get en-nough to eat..." Whether it was from pain or nervousness, her hand had shot up to her neck and was rubbing it, as she struggled to keep looking at his dull stare boring into her.

[metraloas]

The fuck? He fucked up. He fucked up. He fuck— “No, I didn’t,” he rushed, words so close together it slipped as a mere mumbled breath from between his lips. How he had already managed to ruin his ingenious plan managed to befuddle even him, at this point. Instead of what was, only minutes ago, a painfully confident young man standing before Sasha— Left behind was the hollow shell of a boy who had failed.

He pressed his lips together at the nudge, giving a quick shake of his head. “No, no, no,” he said, forcing a stiff laugh. “I was just, uh— Making a joke.” Good save, Eren. Good save.

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Watching him, curiously, she scooted closer to him, nudging him with her arm again. Her face was focused on his own, sensing very well that he was a big fat liar, because he wasn't hiding it well at all. It's almost like he wanted her to know exactly what was going on. Oh yes, she was very curious to find out.

"Please, that's plenty of pauses in your sentences to be making a joke." She pretending to pout, wiping the mischievous smirk off her face, before placing her hands on her hips. "I'm not stupid, ya know."

Her eyebrows raised inquisitively, and her fake pout wasn't holding up well now, "So what did you do?"

[rpaskboxmemes-deactivated202004]

If I get 10 'READ' s The Mun Shall Record Themselves Reading a Passage of Literature

[polishedforsurvival]

"Sasha, huh. Something the matter?" He only asked because of her fidgeting, and the way she spoke. He had a feeling he knew what the problem was, if there was one, and with that said he wondered if expressing some weak form of concern would help any. His own stance remained strong and still, yet casual. Introductions like this always seemed a little uncomfortable and ‘awkward’ for whoever he was speaking to, this was nothing new to him.

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"N-No, n-nothing at all." Furrowing her brows more, she tried again, this time with more emphasis. "I mean, there's nothing the matter, sir." Standing stiff now, she was beginning to think her second response sounded too harsh with how she reworded it, but there was no taking it back now. All she could do was awkwardly clear her throat and switch the topic. If she could think of something. Anything. Anything to keep from having an awkward silence with him. "Hungry?"