FROM: kirstein.jean@cdc.org You'll know it when you see it, dumbass
FROM: kirstein.jean@cdc.org But if you need that much help it's a box of supplies and an envelope
[ Specifically, a modest collection of weaponry and a nice scarf he's returning, along with Armin's notebook, updated slightly to keep up with the times (if with a much less loving hand). It's topped with a letter that's absolutely not for Eren, Armin Arlert specifically scrawled across it. ]
[Don't ask him for favors and then be a douche about them Jean.]
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org yeah yeah I got it. I'll tell him.
[Fine!!! He'll make sure Armin gets them when (when) he wakes up. Even if Jean could just do it himself, what a lazy ass. (Since when does Jean go around giving gifts? "None of your business," of course. Still.) After a pause.]
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org ought to be back in a few hours
[Orange got clearance to leave the mysteriously locked down camp to go digging. Lucky them. So they've been out a lot. It does have the added bonus of helping to keep Eren out of the murder loop long enough for Jean to get himself killed.]
[ He'll do what he wants, don't stifle him. And he's given gifts in the past, just not to Eren—can you imagine? That might give people the impression they're like, friends or something. It'd ruin their street cred. ]
FROM: kirstein.jean@cdc.org Thanks
[ —so what now? He hates this part. Even with the buffer of text (and being left completely in the dark, in Eren's case), it feels like some kind of eulogy; Jean's always sounded like a dead man walking, but this is different. Still, it doesn't take too long for him to shoot off one last message. It's pretty simple to come up with once he stops (over)thinking and goes back to the tried and true route of honesty. And all their past, petty differences aside, lately the truth of it was— ]
FROM: kirstein.jean@cdc.org Counting on you, Eren
[ Seems a little much for simple package delivery. But hey—maybe it's more than that. ]
It's a little much for a simple package delivery. Even with the buffer of text, it's strangely serious. And as derailed as this conversation's gotten, he's still chewing on what he's supposed to do with Jean's weirdly abrupt warning (his weirdly abrupt request.) Those last four words—counting on you, Eren—call back to another time and another place and it picks at the edges of his attention. His jaw locks, he frowns down at the message for a few long seconds. A little slowly—]
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org Yeah. Sure.
[It's weird. Whatever's going on, he'd rather figure this out face to face anyway. So.]
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He frowns down at the text. But he doesn't ask why Jean can't do it himself. (He couldn't get into the rover, for one.)]
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org
what is it?
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It's...
[ wait for it. ]
FROM: kirstein.jean@cdc.org
...none of your business.
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FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org
I can't drop it off if I don't know what it is, smartass
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You'll know it when you see it, dumbass
FROM: kirstein.jean@cdc.org
But if you need that much help it's a box of supplies and an envelope
[ Specifically, a modest collection of weaponry and a nice scarf he's returning, along with Armin's notebook, updated slightly to keep up with the times (if with a much less loving hand). It's topped with a letter that's absolutely not for Eren, Armin Arlert specifically scrawled across it. ]
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FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org
yeah yeah
I got it. I'll tell him.
[Fine!!! He'll make sure Armin gets them when (when) he wakes up. Even if Jean could just do it himself, what a lazy ass. (Since when does Jean go around giving gifts? "None of your business," of course. Still.) After a pause.]
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org
ought to be back in a few hours
[Orange got clearance to leave the mysteriously locked down camp to go digging. Lucky them. So they've been out a lot. It does have the added bonus of helping to keep Eren out of the murder loop long enough for Jean to get himself killed.]
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FROM: kirstein.jean@cdc.org
Thanks
[ —so what now? He hates this part. Even with the buffer of text (and being left completely in the dark, in Eren's case), it feels like some kind of eulogy; Jean's always sounded like a dead man walking, but this is different. Still, it doesn't take too long for him to shoot off one last message. It's pretty simple to come up with once he stops (over)thinking and goes back to the tried and true route of honesty. And all their past, petty differences aside, lately the truth of it was— ]
FROM: kirstein.jean@cdc.org
Counting on you, Eren
[ Seems a little much for simple package delivery. But hey—maybe it's more than that. ]
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It's a little much for a simple package delivery. Even with the buffer of text, it's strangely serious. And as derailed as this conversation's gotten, he's still chewing on what he's supposed to do with Jean's weirdly abrupt warning (his weirdly abrupt request.) Those last four words—counting on you, Eren—call back to another time and another place and it picks at the edges of his attention. His jaw locks, he frowns down at the message for a few long seconds. A little slowly—]
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org
Yeah. Sure.
[It's weird. Whatever's going on, he'd rather figure this out face to face anyway. So.]
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org
I'll see you around.