marco shuffles quietly into his office, closing the door neatly behind him. in his hands sit cups of coffee, and they warm his cold palms. he slides one cup onto the desk in front of erwin and keeps the other for himself, standing off to the side after he's passed it on, unsure if he's within the right to sit in a scouting legion seat. fingers tap on the outside of his mug, and he nods at the mound of paperwork scattered across the desk. ' long night ahead? '
He’s buried in work, as per usual, it always seemed to pile up towards the end of the week. There had been a lot of traveling between the walls as of late, so Erwin decided it wad finally time to sit down and make a dent in his to-do list. After all, if he didn’t sign these documents or carefully read through as many requests as he could, nobody would. Even if it took him all night, he would have all this done.
He’s a few hours in, his pile of completed files still minuscule in comparison to the looming tower of unfinished paperwork, but he raises his eyes when someone enters his office. He expects it to be Hange, or Mike, or maybe even Levi if he’s lost track of the mop again. Instead, he’s greeted by a soldier he’s not all that familiar with-the emblem on the boy’s shoulder suggests he’s not of this legion. Marco, that was his name, a member of the Military Police and a dear friend of many of the newest recruits.
“Mm, I’ve let these things pile up long enough. Thought it was very well time I get something done around here.”
The coffee is greatly appreciated, almost as if the man’s life depended on it. Slowly, he reaches for the mug, offering a soft hum of appreciation as thanks. It was people like Marco, so willing to go out of their way to help someone, that gave Erwin faith in the human race.
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