How often was it that it was Eren chasing down Armin, and not the other way around? It was like a reversal of their childhood. He leapt down from the docks and into the sand, losing his footing for a moment in the wet muck.
The water lapped at his boots, and he could feel how icy-cold it was through them. How positively odd! All around him were little-- rocks? But they were strangely shaped and colored. He'd look at them more closely in a second, but first, he had to...
He knelt down again, carefully on the balls of his feet so he wouldn't get his clothes wet and freeze to death, and cupped some numbingly-cold water into his hands to drink.
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How often was it that it was Eren chasing down Armin, and not the other way around? It was like a reversal of their childhood. He leapt down from the docks and into the sand, losing his footing for a moment in the wet muck.
The water lapped at his boots, and he could feel how icy-cold it was through them. How positively odd! All around him were little-- rocks? But they were strangely shaped and colored. He'd look at them more closely in a second, but first, he had to...
He knelt down again, carefully on the balls of his feet so he wouldn't get his clothes wet and freeze to death, and cupped some numbingly-cold water into his hands to drink.
Which he promptly spat out. Dramatically.
"That's terrible!"