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[wipesfaith]

[Settled even though he knows it's not permanent. With the looming threat of war and the unpredictability of experimental shifts, he knows he has gotten more comfortable than he should, in spite of himself. If old habits die hard, their tempting arms are easy to slide back into.

He gives Eren a harder shove sideways. Give him some damn space already.]

Everything's free here...who cares? [He's not being nice, he's being practical. Food is needed in order to function; Eren needs more help functioning than just about anybody else he knows; therefore, Eren needs food, and he's got plenty to share.] And if by fending for yourself you mean letting Mikasa coddle you, then yeah, you're pretty freakin' great at it.

[Hate is a strong word, but aggravation caused by clashing approaches and jealousy caused by, well, stupid teenage bullshit are a potent enough combination to be mistaken for hatred.]

[loudnoises]

[ Growth aside, their personalities simply don't mesh—it's possible they'll never really get along. Maybe they'll both survive to be old men who meet up at the 104 class reunion every year to bicker all throughout the night while everyone else rolls their eyes into the back of their skull. Or maybe someday they'll sit over some beers and talk about their feelings and use nice words to solve their problems, like sensible people.

Neither of these things is likely, though. It's hard to say which is the bigger joke: that they'll survive to be 20, or grow into being best pals. Eren scowls, lip curling slightly when he brings Mikasa up again. Honestly, guy seemed to drag her into the conversation whenever he could. Weirdo. ]

Like I want her to. [ It's a grumble, and he tosses his head not a second later. ] Look—I don't believe this crap about anything being free. It never is.

[wipesfaith]

[When he signed his life away to the Survey Corps, he wasn't really expecting to make it to sixteen, to be honest. But with his birthday coming up next month, it looks like he's in the clear for that milestone. Still, it's safe to say that he'll be dead before he becomes all buddy-buddy with Eren.

Tch. Asshole doesn't even know how good he has it. But he can force his focus toward the (more) important issue here.]

You're at least right about that. You could say the real price is our freedom. Those Malnosso bastards use us for their war and their sick experiments, and they try to keep us complacent by giving us everything we could want. Food, shelter, clothes, and anything else you can think of. [Plus plenty that he would never think of, because it doesn't exist inside the walls.]