THE CHRISTENING

[aquatic]

IT'S HOT AS BALLS.

how are you surviving this heat?

Comments

[notvaljean]

[Getting caught on stable duty sucks, especially in this heat. What is it about warm weather that makes horses shit more than usual? It's uncanny.]

[It's even worse knowing that Eren is laying out there behind the stables, doing jack shit while Jean busts his ass. However, all that time brooding gives him time to think of a plan. Once all the horses are taken care of (because while he's a jerk, he's not going to let animals go hungry or without water for the sake of shenanigans), Jean sneaks out behind the barn, a bucket of warm water in one hand. He creeps around the edge until he can see Eren, and waits for it... waaaaaits for it...]

[A veritable wave of water comes crashing down from around the corner, aimed directly at Eren's face. Take that, you lazy fuck, and serves you right.]

[essen]

[ You know, he should have expected this. He should have seen this coming. Why wouldn't Jean go ahead and pull this kind of shit? Can't he let Eren lay there, continuing to call on the universe to put him out of his miserable, sweaty, sweaty life?

But he didn't. The water hits him and he feels as if he's been doused in soup. It nearly turns his stomach with how gross it felt in this heat. If it'd been cool, he'd probably have thanked him, but now he's just sopping with water as well as sweat with even less relief.

He snaps his wide eyes open, looking over at Jean wildly for a long, quiet moment before he springs to his feet and charges at him, ready to knock his lights out. ]

[notvaljean]

[Clearly no. The universe knows that Jean has dibs on ending Eren's sweaty little life, and dammit, dibs are a sacred thing.]

[Jean brays loud, obnoxious laughter at the look on Eren's face, and is already off and running by the time Eren gets up and charges him. He's fast, but Eren is fast too, and if he's going to keep ahead of him, he needs a fair head start.]

Gods Eren, you're sweating like Bertolt, what the fuck?