{ What a Lonely Night | Open }
Eren had been in the kitchen making macaroni. He hated macaroni. It was gross, slimy, and distasteful. However, the trial had made him feel upset about something other than himself. So, he tried to make a food that reminded him of home to try and fix whatever inside him hurt. He hummed a song to himself, and spotted the girl at the empty table. He wondered if he should try and talk to her.
Filling a plate with some macaroni, he walked over and sat at the table with her. Trying to seem polite, he smiled and talked in a hushed voice. A voice so husky it could pull a sled during the winter. “Hey, you alright? I dont think we’ve met. My name’s Eren.”
He wanted to seem approachable, but he knew that after that trial anyone would be paranoid. So, he tried to make things seem more comfortable. Rubbing his eyes and even toying with his hoodie strings, he yawned.
"It’s a little late, huh? Couldnt sleep?"
Flinching at the husky voice beside her, Zinaida's head shot up. Her facial features and muscles only relaxed when she noticed that it was only the lifeguard, and that she was in no real danger. Her senses were on overdrive ever since Hamasaki-san's untimely death. As much as she wished that no one would do such a thing ever again, it slowly dawned on her just how dangerous her "classmates" really were. Although, the boy before her seemed harmless enough. Perhaps she should humor him a bit.
She swallowed another bite of her apple, and then straightened her back. "Добрый день, good afternoon. I am... feeling a bit better."
Stretching a bit, she continued, "I am Zinaida Volvakov, se Super High School Level Foreign Representative." God, that was a mouthful to say every time. "Da, I vas... It's 'ard to sleep vhen somevone dzhust died..." Her solemn glance lowered a bit as she said this, obviously distressed by the events that just occurred. Despite her want to appear professional and leader-like, she couldn't help but feel a despair washing over them.












