lacy ; j. kirstein · Y/n story by @cloverrbombss

The evening air is thick with the smell of bread and ale from the mess hall, spilling out into the courtyard where the last of daylight clings to the stone walls. Laughter erupts from the open doors, a familiar chorus that grounds Y/n after a long day of scouting beyond the Walls.

Jean Kirstein

You two are worse than Titan fodder. No discipline.

Connie Springer

Says the guy who nearly tripped over his own feet in formation today.

Jean Kirstein

shoots Connie a flat look That was a rock. A very strategically placed rock.

Connie Springer

Sure it was.

Sasha laughs, choking on bread, and Jean makes a quick move to thump her on the back without missing a beat. He looks past her, eyes scanning the table.

Jean Kirstein

Has anyone seen Mikasa? She said she'd be back by—

He cuts himself off. The quiet mentions of her name always come like this, casual and searching. A needle that doesn't realize it pricks someone every time.

Connie Springer

Relax, lover boy. She probably got held up by Captain Levi.

Jean’s ears redden. He shoves Connie's shoulder. Sasha grins around a mouthful of bread.

Sasha Braus

Y/n! Quit brooding out there and get in here! You’re missing the potato war!