(Au)
The reply came back almost instantly. Excited to see who it was, Jean read the message and couldn't help but let out a little chuckle as he read.
"That Jaeger will never learn. I just fucking hate him. Sometimes, when I imagine his face, I try not to hurl at the shittiness."
Could it be? Someone hated him as much as he did? The sentence he received would be something he would've said. Quickly, he texted back.
(canon)
As Jean was about to close his journal, a paper airplane came out and socked him right in the face. Concealing the f words boiling up in his body, he angrily opened it up and unbelievably saw a reply. What the fuck was happening? Jean looked around and saw that Marco was fast asleep, it couldn't be him tossing the papers. Besides, it came from inside the book. That was weird.
"Yeah, his face looks like an ass alright ... anyway, could ya tell me what your name is? It seems we share a hatred for that prick. We could team up and shit."
He decided to do the same thing, perhaps he'd get another reply and find out who it was.