“... Falco. You’re late.”
HIS TONE betrays nothing of the concern that lies beneath, stubbornly persistent despite his best efforts / like the drowned body that does not realize it is dead and so struggles to breach the surface again, only to be swallowed down by the tidal wave once more / back down, back down into the ocean’s greedy maw. He smoothes it out into a flat drawl, feigning an aloofness he does not feel ( and how could he not sympathize with the plight of these people ? these livestock led by a different shepherd, but cattle raised for the slaughter all the same ? ) - but his voice stumbles over the last word, grit out with more force than he intended / implying an impatience this persona is incapable of: no, kind ‘Mr. Kruger’ would never ask for anything more of this young Warrior that was already so kind in sparing what little time he had, with some nameless soldier the world would be better off just forgetting ... Eren shifts his crutch between his legs, breathing out a sigh to settle his frustrations. He glances at Falco out of his good eye, a slight frown tugging at the corner of his mouth - it’s as much of an apology as he can afford.
“Did ... something happen ?”
bullying @falkenkind into spending quality bonding time w/ me













