pun city, bitch

"Alright, alright, I get the picture…!"

» Now he simply walks, jogging intermittently, with a scrawny young man cradled in his arms. Sure he gets more than a fair share of critical looks tossed his way, but he’s way too caught up in the oddly fast-blooming friendship to care. It feels good to have Eren on his side…

» … Odd thought. Reiner swallows. 

"Hey, if you’re actually gonna blow chunks you can do it in there."

» Removes an arm from Eren’s back to point — rather needlessly — at the quaint diner looming ahead. 

“Pretty nice bathrooms for a diner. Pukin’ in luxury!” 

"I'm not really gonna hurl.."

-- Twists around to follow Reiner's arm with his eyes, gaze landing on a vaguely familiar diner he's sure he's passed a few times. It looks nice, so he has no complaints about it.

-- Gives a hollow laugh at the other's little jab, though his smile is nothing short of genuine. Pats Reiner on the shoulder twice, signalling that he wants to get down.

"Let me down before someone calls the police on you. 'Yes hello, 911, there's a suspiciously buff dude haulin' a little guy halfway across the city.'"

"I ain’t gonna drop ya! If I can hold onto a ball, I can hold onto a dude!"

» Skids to a halt at the corner and sprints across the street, darting around people with practiced dexterity. Still, he slows when Eren asks him to. A little.

"Man, I thought you were hungry…"

-- Holds on for dear life and can't help but feel a surge of fear rise in his chest. Reiner's reassurance only helps a little.

-- Glares halfheartedly, wanting badly to smack Reiner on the head but his hands are occupied with holding on to his shirt.

"Guess I'll just empty my stomach on your head."