[The only thing that really sets Armin apart is his military uniform, bearing the Wings of Freedom, and his unusual maneuvering gear. Still, he's surprised at the warm welcome he receives - as short a time as he's been part of the Scouting Corps, he's never truly been respected for being part of that branch.
Perhaps he should be happy, but the whole situation has his hackles raised. It's all so unfamiliar. Just the same, Armin takes up the offer for a malt, and sits in front of the window, sipping the creamy concoction and watching people go by.
There's so much milk. And it's so sweet, much sweeter than anything he's used to. And it's cold too - Armin flinches, rubbing his temples.
He's never had an ice cream headache before.]
4.
[Everything about this place is noisy and strange. Armin is still trying to get his head around the idea of flying, horseless carriages when he sees one peeling around a corner, headed for a few careless children. He spends next to no time doing what's necessary - his service in the Survey Corps is all about this kind of split-second planning. He deploys the grappling cords to a building across the street, grabbing the two kids by the collar and depositing them safely on the sidewalk.
It's close, though, and he can hear one of them wailing as their skateboard's dashed to bits. Once the police chase heads on its merry way, they're back in the streets, looking for what remains of their fun. Armin sighs, unhooking his cords, sending them wooshing back into his gear. He rolls his shoulder - he's going to feel the chubbier kid tomorrow. He never was physically the strongest.]
Armin Arlert | Attack on Titan
[The only thing that really sets Armin apart is his military uniform, bearing the Wings of Freedom, and his unusual maneuvering gear. Still, he's surprised at the warm welcome he receives - as short a time as he's been part of the Scouting Corps, he's never truly been respected for being part of that branch.
Perhaps he should be happy, but the whole situation has his hackles raised. It's all so unfamiliar. Just the same, Armin takes up the offer for a malt, and sits in front of the window, sipping the creamy concoction and watching people go by.
There's so much milk. And it's so sweet, much sweeter than anything he's used to. And it's cold too - Armin flinches, rubbing his temples.
He's never had an ice cream headache before.]
4.
[Everything about this place is noisy and strange. Armin is still trying to get his head around the idea of flying, horseless carriages when he sees one peeling around a corner, headed for a few careless children. He spends next to no time doing what's necessary - his service in the Survey Corps is all about this kind of split-second planning. He deploys the grappling cords to a building across the street, grabbing the two kids by the collar and depositing them safely on the sidewalk.
It's close, though, and he can hear one of them wailing as their skateboard's dashed to bits. Once the police chase heads on its merry way, they're back in the streets, looking for what remains of their fun. Armin sighs, unhooking his cords, sending them wooshing back into his gear. He rolls his shoulder - he's going to feel the chubbier kid tomorrow. He never was physically the strongest.]