(Canon)
The start of every perfect morning~ The sun was bright, birds were singing, plants were green, and the titans were outside the walls where they should be, not inside.
Marco stretched and gave off a little morning smile. Jumping down onto the floor, he gave Jean a poke on the cheek. It was amusing, the way Jean looked so much like a baby when he was asleep. All ... messy ... complete with drool.
Maybe he should have some more sleep. The cadet quickly went into the bathroom for a bath. Five minutes later, he was finished. Time to wake Jean up ... with an irritating series of pokes.
Poke.
PokePoke.
PokePokePokePokePokePokePokePokePokePokePokePokePoke.
Po-
"ALL RIGHT, IM AWAKE!" Jean shouted. He ran a hand through his hair and went off to get ready. Visibly, he looked annoyed, but Marco knew he was laughing on the inside. As Jean went into the bathroom, Marco jumped onto his roommate's bed.
It smelled like him.
But what was keeping Jean awake last night? Apparently, he was writing something. He wanted to know. As he felt around, he spotted a familiar looking journal. Inside were several slips of paper with writing as well as some writing on the journal entry itself. What was this? He decided to read.
