進撃の巨人落書き⑧ by ちび

"Ah, well. I’ve seen a lot of people throw the snow at each other. But most of them sit out in and talk?" Such a weird thing to witness, but alas; he didn’t really have the mind to judge. If they wanted to be cold and converse, then alright! They were allowed to do whatever they wanted, so long as they weren’t hurting anyone. "Maybe we could take our gear out there and travel? Not too far, though. I don’t want to run into The Blair Witch.” Emphasis on that name, there. “She’d probably be really angry with us and might not let us get back home like people in the movie!”

Oh. That'd be really cold. Snow being thrown all over him? No thanks. Sitting and talking? The idea of that always deterred him from doing anything, though when faced with the situation he was sure to get sucked into any conversation. "We could. I wonder if our gear could outrun the Blair Witch." No emphasis. Has to act too cool for school when it comes to bein' a pansy. 

Sleeping?! He’s not sleeping! He’s merely taking a catnap after a long day of staying indoors and daydreaming. Yeah. He just got sleepy and couldn’t help but doze off. The room may be cold, but the blankets he has are so warm that there’s no denying the beckoning of rest they portray. Ahem. He’s moving around now, even rolling so that he can see the face of judgement gazing down at him, amber eyes and all. "Er. Outside? What do you wanna do out there?"

"I don't know. What do people normally do in the snow?" He wasn't exactly an expert on the subject. This was more of a Marco area of expertise. "Have any ideas?" 

"Jean! Hurry up!! There’s weather!" Weather? Oops. He meant to say snow. Ah, well. He can’t really think straight. Everything is too bliss and pretty. Being outside again. Good. Yes. Exactly what he wanted to do. Maybe this meant actual freedom.

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Oh no. He forgot to do laundry this week. Bad. Bad. Bad. Best get right onto that by grabbing up the clothes scattered in his dorm and rushing out in the cold to the washer and dryer area. Burrr. Looks like winter is around the corner in the school. Fantastic.

Bye to you too, Marco.

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右ジャンLOG

マルコとジャン by ニイ

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Why would he say those things? Sure, it might be the truth..but he was more excited over Jean actually taking interest in the game more than trying to be a smart ass about it. As someone who had no reason to be malicious or snarky, he didn’t have the time to go out of his way to do it. “Maybe I can ask Commander for money and he can buy you a game.” Not that he expected their leader to do it, but whatever. It was worth a shot, though. Who knows. Commander might be in a good mood and willing to buy the whole legion games. As for the things, though. He looked down to them, eyes running over the box’s color. “They’re um. Monocky? Monokey? I’m not sure how to pronounce it, but they’re suppose to be really good! Everyone keeps talking about them and some game. I thought bringing them for you might make your day better..”

"What game?" What game could possibly be played with whatever was in that box? "Monocky..." That didn't sound like something they should be messing around with. Still, if Marco thought it was safe... And the whole school seemed to be having fun with it... Well, it couldn't be that bad, right? "Thanks.. What do we do with this Monokey stuff?"

Behold he did. As the glint of his system hit the light of the room, all uptight and stoic behaviors faltered and he smiled again, no longer caring to be assertive. His game. Jean had actually been curious about it! Good. They still did share similar interests, even if the other tried to come off as bored and disgusted by the idea of change. “Oh! Well, that’s alright. Did you play anything?” Yeah, he’s perfectly comfortable again. With the door closing behind him, coming locked, he’s sweeping over to his own bed; pocky still in hand and pleasure still ever present. Talk to me about the game, Jean. Tell me how you love it. You know you at the top when only heaven’s right above it.

Truth be told, he hadn't gotten to mess around with it at all. The moment the screen had come to life the door, too, had opened. It was a cruel twist of fate and, should he believe in signs, he would realize that games weren't meant to be played by him. Still, he's relieved by the reaction he got. No mention of I thought you didn't want to play it. That was good. Though, he should have learned by now that Marco knew what to say and not say. "No." Clicking the game back into the off position, he set it aside. "I had just grabbed it." And it's not like he'd make a fool of himself now that Marco was in here with him. Nope. No way. "What things did you have?" 

So he buffs himself up a bit, pulls on his most suspicious expression and releases a stern, “What was that?”

Pocky day? Pocky game? Monocky? People eating little sticks with icing, was it, on them? Hm. Things didn’t seem too bad, surely this wasn’t a trick right? From what he’d seen on the MM feed, everyone seemed to be having fun with these..things. Perhaps they were something like magical wands that made everything taste delightful? That would explain why people were sharing them. Hm. Ah, whatever. Where is Jean, he managed to smuggle some with what little cash they have. "Jean!" Cue him slipping back in the dorm and looking over the little box. Green tea. That was a liquid. Strange. "I have..um..things."