@blondescout plotted with a new request muse: Jean Kirstein!
He wished others would do this shitty job. Of course, on a more rational level, Jean understood why it had to be their group. They were involved enough, but not too much. Jean at least would not want to look Captain Levi in the eye and tell him to clean out the commanderâs office. At least he did not have to do it alone, though that girl was about as antisocial as always. In a way, he had to think of Annie. Man. annie. Reiner. Bertholdt. A part of him still wanted to refuse that any of this was real, but that shit was so wild, he would not have come up with something like that in a dream of his.Â
  He skimmed over the document in his hands. He did need to decide which papers looked important enough to be passed on to Hanji for a final decision on whether to keep them or not. Then, when his eye caught a familiar name, he read over it again.
   âHey... Renae... that is your name, right?â The name was unusual enough for there not to be all too many of them in the corps, after all. Suspiciously, he glanced up from the letter in his hands, and up to the poor soldier who had to clean this place with him.Â
