#conniespringerling

Send me "What did you just call me?" and I will generate a number from 1-40 for what my muse will have called yours.

17. Hottie.

ohmygod-))

Juliane chuckled as she glanced up from the book she was reading. 

"Clearly someone didn't clean out their ears this morning." She remarked, pushing her hair from her face as she stood up, leaning against the fence behind the mess hall.

"I called you hot - it's a compliment." 

A blind date.

This had to be the worst thing Juliane had ever agreed to.

A sigh escaped the brunette's lips as she glanced around on the bright spring day. Sure, it was nice and a good excuse to get her out of the house, but she couldn't believe the other girls at her school would put her up to something like this. She hardly even knew half of them and yet they adopted her as their new friend clear out of the blue.

She felt bad for whoever else was forced into this ordeal. Juliane just hoped they didn't recognize her. Apparently it's hard to take in that someone who wrestles for a sport and often looks like they never cared about their overall appearance could be so...presentable outside of school.

Her fingers drummed against the table quietly as she sat at a picnic table near a 50s styled ice cream shop across from a park. The old, peeling paint clung to the underside of her long fingernails, causing her to immediately cease that habit of hers. She quickly rested her hands on her lap instead, tracing the lines on her jeans.

Juliane wasn't dressed like a runway model in the least, just presentable enough that she didn't look like a normal ratty teenager, or one that was wearing too much jewelry or makeup. Donned in her normal freckles and olive eyes, Juliane was just an average girl, and she was glad. Her hair was actually down for the first time in months...

          [ ♖ ] Another long day, another measly meal. Reiner grimaced as a cadet with kitchen duty ladled a sad, runny, poor excuse for stew into his bowl. “Carrot soup again?” he lamented. “When are we gonna get some meat in our food?” The cadet gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry…” she said genuinely. “The cooks say that the officers are appealing to Sina for more funding, so it might be a couple of weeks before we get another shipment in.” Reiner frowned, but nodded in reluctant understanding. It was going to be hard for him to maintain his physique when all he got to eat was a bunch of lousy vegetables swimming in a thin broth. But there was no other way. Man, he missed home…

          “Want some bread?” His reverie was shattered by the question from his server. “Oh… yeah,” came his distant reply as he held out his plate, watching as she handed him half a baguette. At least the bread was cheap. He thanked her, took a tankard of water from the end of the line, and turned toward the mess hall. His comrades all sat in small groups, dining and talking amongst one another at the long tables. At first, Reiner moved toward Bertholdt, who always sat quietly and inconspicuously at the end of the bench, but then, the blond spotted Connie sitting alone.

          The strapping male grinned, and turned, moving toward his smaller friend. “Hey!” he bellowed, collapsing onto the bench across from Connie. They rarely talked, but Reiner found himself growing closer and closer to the boy every day. He cracked hilarious jokes and was always brimming with unwavering determination. And… Reiner admired that. “That was pretty great today, the way you swooped in front of Jean and stole his kills. Three times! It was classic.” The blond grinned. “You’re getting pretty good, y’know?”

She landed on the ground with a loud thud, her body disturbing the dirt. It was the thousandth time she fell over while he was chasing her for one of his tickle fests. While she hated being tickled, she enjoyed his presence and there was not a single day where she would not be smiling.