{ Send me a ».« for me to put my playlist on shuffle and write a drabble or starter inspired by the first song that comes up }[ Overjoyed by Bastille ]"Oh, I feel overjoyedWhen you listen to my words.I see them sinking in-I see them crawling underneath your skin.""We should retreat, sir." she said, quiet. She didn't really want to, but there were far, far too many titans to continue. Where the sudden, vast wave of the monsters had appeared from, she wasn't sure. It didn't change anything. The further on they flew, the more likely they would be to crash and burn in the forest. And then they had been split up from the rest of the Squad, and still, they had continued deep, deeper into the woods."Sir?" Petra repeated, worried. She gulped heavily, and gazed around. She landed carefully on an outstretched branch, and waited.

A blink, and a single moment of confusion. Of course she couldn't leave; he is her superior, and she'd never been one to judge. In fact, if anything, Petra was rather curious. Only she was sell aware that curiosity killed the cat and that she would most likely regret that decision, but at least she was aware of that."Of course not, sir."

"Nugget."

"It must be a dull room, then." She smiled, and laughed. "Thank you, though." Her eyes panned around the room, settling on each individual person as she examined each of them. "You're not joking, squad leader?"

"Hello, sir. Was there something you wanted?"

Despite her friendly exterior, Petra had never really been a hugger. A pat on the shoulder, a quick embrace with one of the squad after a particularly dangerous mission, but never anything more. She'd never put the corporal down as a hugger, either, but all the same, here he was, with his arms wrapped around her shoulders. She guessed her father had never really had the time or circumstance to hug her, and so she'd never really been used to human contact when it was that close, so she found herself stiffening. "Sir?" Her tone was light, friendly, but curious.