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indie rp // eren yeager

[hitchisms]

     She was a little hungry, but the knotting in her stomach had been constant since she’d been captured by the Survey Corps, and so she shook her head, fingers twisting with one another in her lap.

“I wasn’t gonna–y’know… Wasn’t gonna ask something like that…” It seemed dangerous, and she wasn’t sure that she wanted to see it, anyway. Eren couldn’t be any older than she was, and in fact was probably younger, yet it seemed to her that he shouldered an unbearable weight, and she couldn’t begin to imagine how difficult that was for him.

“I just–you seem so normal, except for the–” exhaustion, she couldn’t quite say; it seemed suddenly rude to point out her companion’s bloodshot eyes and limp hair. She swallowed, wrapping her arms around herself. “Well, I guess Annie was, too. Normal, I mean. Just, y’know…not normal at the same time… She was so distant. But she wanted to help, I think. She lectured Marlowe, once. She just babbled on and on in front of everyone. It was right before she–” 

Hitch clenched her jaw shut, digging her raggedy nails into the fabric of her jacket.

“Sorry,” she made herself say. “It’s just–hard to understand. All of it.” She looked away. “Everything.”

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      He brought the bread back to his lap when she shook her head, unsure what to do with it. With all of this talk he definitely had no appetite now, and wasting it was out of the question.

      There wasn’t much time to think about it as Hitch went on. Eren’s jaw clenched, his fingers dug into the bread just a little more, and his weary body visibly tensed. It had gone from uncomfortable to unsettling. Of course she wouldn’t know everything.

      “Annie wasn’t trying to help anyone but herself.. If you think that’s how she was, then you’re wrong.” It was hot button, a sore spot in his heart. Right now he cursed his luck; what were the odds that this girl knew Annie well enough to talk about her like this? Better than he was expecting, obviously.

      “If you’re looking for someone to explain everything for you, it’s not me. I’m not that smart. Things happen and there’s nothing anyone can do about them. We’re all just human. If you’re upset about the way things are, then do everything you can to change it or understand it. Even then what we can do is limited.”

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     Eren’s offer stunned her into momentary silence, but she quickly determined that the fastest way to learn anything would be to simply accept it, and so found herself perched gingerly beside him, legs turned so that she could see his face.

“Thanks,” she said, belatedly, fingers suddenly anxious for something to do. She let her nails scratch lightly against the fabric of her pants, the ragged edges catching on the material.

There was nothing about Eren that seemed anything less than human to her, at least not by appearance alone. She supposed the same was true of Annie, too, and couldn’t be sure what the difference was; if the Survey Corps was right and Annie had been a spy, a traitor, a titan–

She reined in her thoughts before they could get away from her; that kind of endless spiraling wasn’t appropriate ever, at any point, but it was even less so in front of a stranger. She forced her expression into something that she hoped made her look less pinched, forcing a smile.

“So… It’s true, then? That you can…y’know…”

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      Eren felt the question before she asked it. It was hovering in the air, unspoken and obvious; a familiar feeling. Of course being polite would backfire. Of course.... How was she to know how heavy the subject was weighing on him now?       He sighed, and only after felt a little guilty for it, starting to set his portion of bread down before hestiating and holding it out in her direction. A human gesture, something to cover his own self-conciousness and exhaustion.

      “...Yeah, it’s true. Don’t ask me to show you; it’s not gonna happen... Hungry?” He’d all but lost his appetite.

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     “No.” The word was simple, and pathetically enough it was all she could think of to say, at least initially. She always had a lot of words tumbling around in her head, eager for the chance to escape, but for the moment they remained too jumbled to force into coherency.

When most people sat alone it wasn’t some secret plea for company; they really did want to be alone. But that wasn’t always the case, and Hitch couldn’t really tell what kind of situation the current one was in. Someone like Marlowe would say he wanted to be left alone, but she didn’t know anyone else who remained consistently blunt like he seemed to.

She tried to remember how to be talkative.

“I’m Hitch, by the way,” she said, stepping a little closer, holding her elbows behind her back, forcing her shoulders to remain down and back. There was no reason to be anything but relaxed. The kid might’ve been a shifter, but he was just a kid, now. She tilted her head to the side, but the angle change didn’t do anything to shift her view of him; his hair was still a bit shaggy, his eyes tired, and his posture weary. “You don’t gotta remember it or anything. I was just curious, is all.”

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      Crap, now he felt awful for not remembering her name, though he couldn’t recall if he had actually been told before. At very least he knew her as one of those Military Police kids that the others had rounded up.       “Ah.. Hitch... Alright, I’ll remember, don’t worry... I’m Eren.” She probably knew, but returning the introduction was the polite thing to do.       Admittedly, it was a little unsettling. He should have been used to people looking at him like that by now, but when it was girls it seemed to be all the more awkward. Eren could just picture what was going on in her head, and quickly pushed back the thoughts. He had nothing to answer for with a stranger.       He glanced around a bit, left and right. She was alone.. When he had seen Hitch around the past few days, that guy had been with her at least. Maybe she was looking for company..? Eren couldn’t send her away if that was the case. At the great loss of his solitude, he scooted over on the bench.       “If you’re looking for somewhere to sit you can sit here...”

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          Marlowe wiped his brow with the back of his hand and regarded his comrade with some surprise. He hadn’t expected anyone to disturb his solitary efforts on the south edge of camp. “No, not yet.”

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      Eren hadn’t spoken to him much before now; though he had been given an introduction and the others seemed to approve. Regardless, he couldn’t let someone work themselves too far all alone in the middle of the day.       “You should, you’ll get worn out... At least get some water and bread or something. ‘S that all you got left..? I can help you finish if you don’t want to stop in the middle of it.”

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@justicisms --

      “--Hey, have you taken a break yet?”

[hitchisms]

     Eren sat, for the first time that she could recall since they’d rescued him, by himself. She didn’t know much about him–in fact she didn’t know anything about him at all–but it seemed obvious to her that he was tired, and not in the usual way.

He needed a break, but he wasn’t going to get one anytime soon–and it wasn’t just the titan-shifting thing, either: he’d helped blow a government conspiracy wide open. A fake monarchy, bloodlines… It was all way beyond Hitch’s understanding; as far as she was concerned, none of it was any of her business and the less she knew the better. 

Right?

But she couldn’t help but be curious to see him alone, to see him looking downcast. More people cared about him right now than she could even fully grasp, and she doubted their caring was fueled by his ability to shift into a titan or whatever the hell that was about.

She came to stand awkwardly just a few feet away, curiosity compelling her to see what kinda guy would make so many people believe in him.

“Hey.”

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      He was exhausted. Everything had been moving so quickly lately it was a blur, his mind and body were equally struggling to keep up. The best way he found to cope was just to stay busy; whether that be with his hardening training, or some other odd work where needed (usually in regards to Historia).        The worst of it was it seemed everywhere he went, a load of people were teetering along behind him like ducklings. Mikasa, reminding him incessantly to eat or sleep, Armin asking if he was alright several times an hour, Jean trying to make some sort of badly timed joke to bait him into an argument-- the idea of sitting by himself, even just for a few moments to catch his breath uninterrupted and collect his racing thoughts, was the most appealing it had ever been.       He sighed as he sat alone, nothing but bread in hand for a little bit of a mid-day meal. Of course, instead of eating he found himself falling into his chaotic, spiraling thoughts, staring at his food, almost as if expecting it to expel the answers he needed.       Eren’s seemingly quiet moment of disgruntled reflection was interupted almost as quickly as it began, and he looked up, half expecting to see Mikasa or Sasha, come to make sure he was doing what he was supposed to... But it wasn’t and he was visibly confused at first, scanning Hitch briefly, only vaugely recognizing her and trying to decide how to respond without coming off as rude..       “Uh.... You’re....” He trailed off, blanking on the name, then brushing it off. “Did I.. Take your seat or something?”

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     He shrugs, merely continuing to wipe down the surface he’d started on. It didn’t bother him to help the kid out. And Levi hadn’t told him what he wanted him to do next while cleaning out the damn castle.

‘ Don’t worry about it. I got time. And I can handle the captain if he does get pissy.

Not that he thought the man would. After all, as long as the room got finished and was cleaned right, Levi was usually pretty easy to please. Though if asked, he’ll make sure to say Eren did most of the work. Farlan goes quiet again, making sure to swipe the table beneath his rag a couple of times and leaning to see if the light glints off anything.

‘ So, he finally murmurs, once he deems the table Levi-clean, ‘ I heard you shift into a titan.

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      He appreciates the help, but leaves his gratitude in silence, returning to round two of sweeping. Fruitless, he assumed, but trying again was better than facing the consequences of stopping.

      Of course, the obvious question, and he feels his stomach turn. It was still new, and despite how short a time it had been since his first transformation, it feels like it had been an eternity. He stops sweeping, briefly, stumbling over the words to find a proper answer, uncertain how to approach it without seeming unfeeling or suspicious. It's dehumanizing to admit, a concept still foreign and strange, especially facing someone he hardly knows.

      “...Yeah.. Er--.. I mean... I did, but I don’t just--... It wasn’t for fun or... Anything.. I don’t really.. Know... What to say about it.” He looks at his broom a moment before picking back up on the task, staring at the ground and wishing the dust he was cleaning away was the awkward atmosphere hanging around his head.

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     He’s watching silently as Levi complains about the boys cleaning. It’s not often the man does that to anyone but Farlan himself ( or Isabel when she’s really managed to do a bad job ). He feels a strange need to make the kid feel better once Levi has turned on his heel and marched out, muttering how ‘no one was competent’.

Without thinking twice, the former thug grabs hold of a rag. He’s quiet a minute before he nudges Eren in his side and gets to work.

‘ Don’t worry about grumpy gills. He just has a certain way of wanting things done.

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      He stands, just as silent, and takes all of the criticism without an ounce of backtalk, apologizing when he can and promising to do a better job. Levi intimidates him; wide eyes and a clenched jaw give his tension away, as well as the death-grip he’s got on his broom. Even when the man is gone, the air he leaves behind is heavy, and it feels like an eternity before Eren remembers he needs to breathe.

      Farlan speaks and like that the heaviness releases the vice-grip of anxiety hanging over him and he turns slightly to look when he’s nudged, swallowing back his boyishness and quickly replacing it with what he thought was a more adult emanation.

      “Ah... You don’t have to help, if you got other stuff to do... I don’t want him to get mad at you too. I’ll get it right.. Uh... Eventually.” He scratches his head a little, leaving one hand on the broom as he surveys the room with a grimace. How many times had he gone over it already?

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       The outburst is expected; Auruo’s internal, instinctive response is not. It is so acutely familiar – a true lack of guile, twined with such strident earnestness that it makes Auruo’s chest ache. What business does this potential monster have being so much like a boy – so much like his brothers? 

He keeps it behind a passive mask – at least, as long as he can (which, it turns out, is only for a few seconds).

          “Will you just –? Geez. Sit down, you little twerp.” He settles hard beside Eren, to quell any argument. 

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      “...Uh... Alright...”

      He hesitates, glancing cautiously left and right, searching for the punchline, before slowly easing himself down to sit beside his superior. Awkwardly, uncomfortable, and visibly ready to spring back to his feet if he may have made some invisible third mistake in the effort to follow directions.

      The last thing he needs is to actually anger this man, so much like the soldier Eren wanted to be. The presence of any member of the squad was enough to make him anxious, but Auruo’s bravado and confidence spoke to his appeal. At least to Eren.

      “....Thanks.. I’m... going to get it done, I promise.” Eren tries to reassure him, motioning out to the air with a little wave of his hand and a nod. Just in case he was still suspicious of his slacking off.

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          Like a kid with his hand in the sweets jar. (Not that Auruo would know exactly what that’s like – at home his jar was full of walnuts.) He crosses his arms in an attempt to look forbidding, though after picking weeds in the hot sun all day, a break would be welcome.

                “Uh huh … and who said you could do that, greenhorn?”  

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      He has to tell himself not to slouch, remind himself to present the same way any other good soldier might, especially in the face of a reprimand. If he wants to fit in with the rest of the outfit, he has to be mindful of his presentation. Taking a break when he though no one was looking was not the way to impress his superiors.       Besides; someone was always looking.

      “Er... No one... Sir... I just thought-- ah.. No, I’m sorry. I’ll get back to work.”

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           “ — What the fuck’re you doin’.” 

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      “--I, uh..”       He’s stunned momentarily, blinking out of his idle, spaced out thoughts and back into reality. It takes some effort not to look like a guilty child.

      “Sorry-- I was--... Taking a break..”