[Sure enough, the cloud drifts, and rain starts drip-drip-dripping onto Eren's face. He looks offended, but it's all false; it's...almost teasing, even if it's hard to fully conjure up the sort of face he'd make if he were fifteen and Armin were playing this trick.]
You're a punk.
[Don't mind him simply willing this cloud back in Armin's direction - a battle of wills. But his blonde-haired, blue-eyed, best friend in the world is laughing as the rain splatters back on his face instead.]
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[Sure enough, the cloud drifts, and rain starts drip-drip-dripping onto Eren's face. He looks offended, but it's all false; it's...almost teasing, even if it's hard to fully conjure up the sort of face he'd make if he were fifteen and Armin were playing this trick.]
You're a punk.
[Don't mind him simply willing this cloud back in Armin's direction - a battle of wills. But his blonde-haired, blue-eyed, best friend in the world is laughing as the rain splatters back on his face instead.]