disclaimer— shingeki no kyojin belongs to hajime isayama
dedications— sleepless inspiration
notes— just a little spilled ink.
She's like a robot.
Her movements—every single one of them—are sketchy yet calculated. They have a purpose, no matter how trivial they may seem to others. He's not sure what her purpose is and, to be honest, he doesn't think he'll ever find out—because she's Annie and that's just the way she is.
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It pisses him off, the way she trudges about and carefully examines everyone with that glare of static boredom plastered on her face. He tries to ignore her, but he can't. She's piqued his curiosity and there's no going back—because he's Eren and that's just the way he is.
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He's not sure why, but he wants to see something else projected on her cold exterior. He wants to see her warm and full of life; to make her dull eyes light up the way they are meant to, and evoke a flawless smile to those pretty little lips.
Perhaps it is because he wants to make her feel a little less than artificial, or maybe because he is human.