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"Well, I… I can transform like Eren can, only more handsome." He seemed to be honestly concerned about this, though whether he was actually pulling a leg had yet to be seen.
Oh, was that all? "Yes, I know, Reiner." Shrugging, he went back to looking at the pages of the book that was reading, not really troubled at all. Either Reiner was playing a joke or having one of his episodes, or that was what Bertholdt assumed anyway.
"Bert I don't think I'm like everyone else..."
"Whatever gave you that idea?" Is that sarcasm? Possibly.
"Bert, there’s a two foot high pile of used tissues next to you. I’ll even call them for you. They’ll understand, this is why they have temps." He had to chuckle, the poor guy was just so stuffed up and still raring to go. Even so, the library staff had seemed pretty chill so a day or two shouldn’t push any buttons as far as Reiner was concerned. "Now get some rest before someone has to suction out your nose."
He was half-tempted to make a comment about at least his nose wasn't crooked, but that would have been a bit on the mean-side. No need for any of that now. Attempting to look determined and defiant, he narrowed his eyes, only to pay the price by sneezing pathetically. So much for that. Bertholdt sighed. "But...."
"… Yeah?"
He was almost sure whatever he’d forgotten had to to with Bert. Probably. Unless it was Berik? That didn’t seem right though, the pieces didn’t quite fit together. It wasn’t anything he’d done, it was something he’d meant to do. He scratched Roderich absent-mindedly behind the ears while racking his brains for the answer.
Bertholdt sighed. It was going to be another day of reminding Reiner of things they had planned again, wasn't it? It was something he had become accustomed to over the years they'd known each other, but it was still a bit troubling. "You know we're having Easter dinner with Mom and Monica on Sunday, right?"
Tempering | MP AU
Some days the teasing was milder than others. Today Bertholdt had been somewhat lucky. So far, he'd just been bumped and called a 'st-st-stuttering loser.' He didn't stutter that badly, did he? He just wasn't comfortable speaking was all.... Unfortunately, that didn't seem to matter much. Taking a deep breath, he brushed himself off before continuing down that hallway with his head hung down a bit. Annie had been right. Bertholdt was probably too meek to stand up to the raucous and rowdy nature of so much of the Military Police Brigade. He would have asked her for advice but she made herself scarce frequently, understandably, or was with her squad. Advice wasn't really her strong suit anyway.
Without Reiner to hide behind, Bertholdt was easy pickings for the government-endorsed bullies that were 'just having a bit of fun.' He needed to start standing up for himself, but frankly speaking, he wasn't entirely sure how. Or, maybe he didn't need to. Playing the mouse on purpose would have also made him less suspicious so that in and of itself could have been an advantage in the long-run. It was just... miserable in the time-being and when his job was done, there wouldn't be any 'happy moments.' Reiner should have just stuck to the plan, not following the Scouting Legion on the off-chance that the Jäger boy was actually the Coordinate. That wasn't guaranteed and it wasn't worth the risks of changing the entire plan. Annie was already tailing them. Reiner didn't need to go there-- Then again, Bertholdt partially wondered if Reiner had merely... forgotten again what they were supposed to have been doing here within Humanity's walls.
Continuing down the hall, he turned into the mess area, already loud with the sounds of soldiers dining and fooling around. Bertholdt quietly collected his rations before slinking off to a corner by himself. It was typical for him to eat alone these days. Currently, he wasn't actually assigned to a squad as such yet, but truthfully, he hadn't gotten on that well with his last one. They didn't like how he didn't talk much or appreciate their 'games' so strings were pulled and suddenly 'indeterminate squad transfer.' Apparently being a 'killjoy' was enough of a reason to warrant a transfer. Hopefully soon he'd actually be put into a new one and maybe then he could actually have some semblance of social clout here among the soldiers. While he doubted it would be that easy, he could hope a little bit.
At least there were some people in the Military Police Brigade that he did know like Marco and Jean, along with a few others, but he didn't see them often. It wasn't too terribly bad, he reasoned, still somewhat slumped over his mildly questionable food.
Funny, Bertholdt thought, the din of the surrounding mess hall sort of fading from his notice. The Military Police Brigade was supposed to be full of luxuries. If this confusing, potentially non-food meal was a luxury, he didn't want to think about what the Scouting Legion and Garrison were given. It was only somewhat less suspect than the food they had been eating during their trainee days. Sighing, he poked at it before just eating it.
Keyboard Shortcuts - Hacker/MMORPG AU
Spawn of this AU plan
Fireball. Fireball. Heal. Mana potion. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
[Modnar has been slain.]
Blast it. This was absolutely infuriating. That was what Bertholdt got, he supposed, for playing a mage in this blasted game but refusing to join a guild or participate in the actual community aspect of the game. At least this game didn't have a monthly subscription fee so he felt less bad about not utilizing the multiplayer features. It didn't help that this made quest completion more difficult and forced him to really on simple, exhausting grinding for advancement.
What he needed... was a tank. A tank to support his ranged DPS and buff skills so he wasn't killed every five seconds.
Sighing, he pulled off his headphones and threw up the AFK flag even though no one really approached him anyway.
A quick break was what he needed.
Truth be told, he really didn't have anything better to be doing. His homework was done and mostly online given that he took very few on-campus classes. People weren't something he was terribly comfortable with. Besides, it was the weekend. The only thing that really worried him was the lack of extracurricular activities that would possibly hinder his admittance to a graduate program after he finished his bachelor's. That was... a few years away yet though.
Ah.
The luxuries of being a freshman living in his parents' attic.
Pulling on the sleeves of his sweater, he wandered downstairs, filling up a cup of coffee before turning to his chair.
"It could be fun though."
"It's just asking for trouble." Especially with you.
