“And when he did…her head fell off!”
Sasha squeals with excitement, looking at the people congregated around the fire, trying to see who has gotten freaked out the most. They can easily be divided into three groups:
The Scared, which includes Krista and Reiner, who are currently clinging to each other for dear life, and Connie, who is peeking out from under his Cadet jacket that he has pulled up over his head.
The Enraptured, consisting of a very attentive Armin, a slightly entertained Bertolt, and a wide-eyed Eren.
And The Indifferent, made up of Mikasa and Annie, who, as usual, have very little to read on their faces.
Jean, however, has a category all to himself: The Not Amused. He rolls his eyes, hoisting himself to his feet and brushing the dirt from his pants.
“Hey, where are you going?” Connie asks, his voice muffled from under his jacket.
“This is lame. I’d seriously rather run laps til sunup.” Jean scoffs, starting away from the f