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𝐀  𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒       at  her  feet ,    the  steaming  limbs       near - lethal to any other .    it’d been a while since eren was this   gone .   the morbidly curious part of her wonders what the hell he’d been trying to achieve this time .    the honest part knows she’ll get no answer .    never would .   whether it’s stubborn ,   embarrassed will or mere disregard .   eren’s  much of the same in many ways  no one  dares admit .    she stands over him .

slaughter the young bull  /  make swift sacrifice of your sanctions .    seems he thinks the world will answer faster that way .    thought  it might ,    maybe .    in many ways ,   the bastard’s actions feel twice as reckless with half the spirit .   two thirds of a whole ,   for what he believes in .    wants to  be .   ymir has long decided it isn’t her problem .   her eyes come up to the contemplation over form when she hears footsteps approaching .    she meets floch there ,   gaze quickly closing with a sigh .    great .    her palms come up ,    empty .

“You’re going to get us both killed.” Eren sighed, shifting in his seat as he eyed the dash once more. Between the speed, the radio, and his own desire to create unnecessary trouble for his own (or even Floch’s, if the thoughts on his mind in that moment were anything to go by) pleasure, they were going to crash someday and end up in the hospital. Maybe it was best to keep his hands to himself for another thirty seconds or so.

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . || Accepting

∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down .

The air is so thick you'd practically suffocate if you didn't breathe slow enough to take it in . Green eyes narrow towards the other figure , head tilting just enough to be accusatory . Still , she takes it in stride , sitting down with crossed arms as she continues to watch him .

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Even while determined to take the fall for his own bad decisions, it was reassuring to know that he still had those that were willing to trade their freedom -- their lives -- for his. For the moment, it was tempting. Floch was all too eager to step up and take his place, and he could think of no one better suited for that honor... but that wouldn't work at the moment.

"I know you would," he replied after a few silent seconds of thought. Hands shoved into his pockets rather than reaching for the other, almost about to pat him on the shoulder but opted for keeping to himself instead. With knowing of Floch’s devotion came also knowing that he held his faith -- that he still believed that Eren was the one that could solve all of their problems (and who was he to say any of that was wrong?) 

“For now, I need you for better things.” For keeping an eye on anyone that could have caused problems, for having his back if someone should try to launch a sneak attack, for keeping their numbers up and keeping the energy from falling. In a way, they were still only a small group; something he hoped to fix once the titans within the walls were let loose to accomplish the biggest goals for them and end the war that threatened to destroy their home (along with all of those within it.)