/offers tea
「‘ ♘;;— Surprise seeps into dark optics to mingle freely with evident drowsiness, the situation itself taking longer than a moment to register before the gears of his mind finally begin to move once more, ticking into place and eliminating the crowing cobwebs of sleep deprivation. ❝Ah, Armin...❞ Pallid shutters flutter in rapid repetition over bleary eyes and a rather disoriented grin grows upon his features as he takes the offered drink, miraculously managing not to spill it upon his person, nor his surroundings. ❝Thank you. You didn't need to to trouble yourself like that.❞















