Un : ma - A question about the new arrivals(4th wallers welcome)

[stopfen]

Name: Mikasa Ackerman
Date: 18/05
Format:voice

Has anyone noticed if the people who arrived the other week have started going back yet? [Very blunt. So blunt, it almost sounds like she can't wait to be rid of them. But she's just wondering how long she has until Jean just disappears and she's alone again.

Then as an after thought.]

What happens when people return? Has it always happened out of sight?

Comments

[stopfen]

[nodnod

But then she freezes when he comments. Dipping her slightly. That growth spurt working to her advantage as awkwardly glances away. And she's definitely hesitating to answer him.]

...Do you think it's strange too?

[Too. He wouldn't have been the first, that was clear.]

[trost]

No? Why would I?

[ wow who is going around being rude to mikasa ]

I actually think it's quite fitting. [ He always did have a feeling she had a more feminine side but they were never in a situation she could show it to him. ]

[stopfen]

Historia did...

[Do you know what's a really big blow to someone's self-esteem. The girl considered the cutest and kindest recoiling while helping you try and be cute.

Though that throws her off, making her head jerk back up and tilt. Antenna flopping. Mouth opening for a second before she closes it, then speaks.]

Fitting? [That's a first.]

[trost]

[ What are these girls doing in their dorms while the guys fight with pillows (or something)? Are they dressing up all cute? This is a mysterious, forbidden world he's not allowed to traverse. ]

[ Also, don't make him elaborate, oh my god ... He's sweating. ]

Yeah? I could always see you having a girlier side.

[stopfen]

[Peers up at him with those large black eyes. Tell her Jean, tell her...

Except she blinks, dipping her head again to shrug.]

The others couldn't...

[She didn't get why it was so...Not strange, but they hadn't thought it at first. Not until she'd mentioned it.] Why?

[RIP Jean.]

[trost]

[ Obviously, it's because she's cute and pretty? Why is he being cornered like this ... Jean adjusts his hat and continues running his plow across the soil, deliberately busying himself to take some tension off the awkward conversation. He's facing away now, don't look at him. ]

I told you once that your hair was pretty. [ When they were kids. He wonders if she even remembers. This beautiful, smart, strong woman who somehow manages to be dense as rocks ... ]

[stopfen]

[Yeets the Jean's foot into his mouth here.]