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AOT ACTOR AU! x MAKE-UP ARTIST!READER (SCENE 2)

Okayyy, OML. You guys loved the recent aot actor au fic, so here's a part 2 <3

Scene: While on set, you fainted !!

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒, 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝖤𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖱𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾. 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆–𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾.

𝖡𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖡𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝖿𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌.

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗆. 𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽.

𝖮𝗁 𝗇𝗈-

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌: “--𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖨’𝖫𝖫 𝖳𝖤𝖠𝖱 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖠𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖳!”

𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽… 𝖳𝗁𝗎𝖽

“𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗍!” 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝖽-𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖱𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌.

𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌. “𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼!” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉.

𝖠𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅. “𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽!?”

𝖲𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. “𝖮𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽–”

“𝖲𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖲𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖺!” 𝖩𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗆. “𝖦𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝗈’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗑 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐?”

𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽. “𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.”

𝖬𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 “(𝖸/𝗇)! 𝖶𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉!”

𝖱𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾. “𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗀𝗈𝖽,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉. “𝖶𝗁𝖺-?”

“𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍 ‘𝗐𝗁𝖺’ 𝗆𝖾,” 𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽. “𝖨𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗌𝖾𝖽!”

𝖧𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍’𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒.

“𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌,” 𝖫𝖾𝗏𝗂 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. “𝖳𝖼𝗁. 𝖲𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽. 𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖾?”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽. “𝖭𝗈, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖲𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.”

𝖲𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗌-𝗎𝗉. “𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽!”

𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋. “𝖣𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖾.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽, “𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌…” 𝗈𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝗉𝗌.

𝖤𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉𝗅𝗒, 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋.

“𝖨’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒.”

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌. “𝖥𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖳𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄, 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾!”

𝖤𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖲𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿”

𝖩𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽. “𝖮𝗈𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍? 𝖤𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

“𝖲𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖩𝖾𝖺𝗇,” 𝖤𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽.

[reinerreney]

AOT ACTOR AU! x MAKE-UP ARTIST!READER

This AU will be a series! Btw, this is my first post on this blog >< I've seen a lot of AOT ACTOR AU fanart, and here I am! KSKSK. So, here is the first post of this series. Enjoy <3

Scene: Doing their make-up while they stare at you. Like damn.

ERWIN SMITH

𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾.

"𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽," 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 (𝖮𝖬𝖥𝖦)

"𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅," 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, "𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾," 𝖽𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄. "𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅."

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽. "𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖨'𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄."

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾.

LEVI ACKERMAN

𝖫𝖾𝗏𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾. 𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀.

"𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀?" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐.

"𝖭𝗈." 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒.

EREN YEAGER

𝖤𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝗐𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾.

"𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗍, 𝖤𝗋𝖾𝗇," 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝖽.

𝖧𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌. "𝖲-𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒."

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍.

JEAN KIRSTEIN (MY BBY)

𝖩𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁… 𝖸𝖾𝖺-

"𝖣𝖺𝗆𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾," 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗓𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽.

𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽. "𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺."

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁. "𝖲𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉, 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇."

𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄.

REINER BRAUN

𝖱𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍-𝖾𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌.

"𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌," 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖾. "𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌," 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾.

𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, "𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗈? 𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄… 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽."

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. "𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝖡𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗇."

𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽.

ARMIN ARLERT

𝖠𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅.

"𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌," 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽. "𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀."

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽. "𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝖠𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇."

"𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍… 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽."

"𝖧𝗎𝗁-"

𝖧𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.

ZEKE YEAGER (HIS ALSO FINE SO LEMME COOK)

𝖹𝖾𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾. 𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

"𝖢𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍," 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽. "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺."

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽, "𝖩𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄."

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽. "𝖦𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋."

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄.

Bertholdt Hoover

𝖡𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗎𝗉.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒?” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒.

𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽. “𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁. 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍… 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌.”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽. “𝖱𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾.”

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁.

PORCO GALLIARD

𝖴𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽.

"𝖯𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗈, 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀," 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋.

𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅—𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽. "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗎𝗉?"

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐. "𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍."

𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒. "𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋."

"𝖴𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋?"

"𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍."

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁. "𝖥𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝖦𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗈𝗋 𝖨'𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗇."

CONNIE SPRINGER

𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁—𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒. 𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

“𝖲𝗈, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋?” 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. “𝖭𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀.”

“𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗋,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽. “𝖩𝖾𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗒, 𝖱𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖫𝖾𝗏𝗂 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽. “𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, “𝖦𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁. “𝖲𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁, 𝖲𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁.”

𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. “𝖮𝗐. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾.”

“𝖪𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅.”

𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎. “𝖳𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍.”