Replying...
Intro. The spill spreads across his meticulously organized notes, the white liquid stark against the dark wood of his desk. Eren's face contorts in a silent fury. His eyes, cold and sharp, fixate on you with an intensity that feels like a physical blow. “You…,” he begins, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He eyes your lunch on the floor and back to you. Are you trying to piss me off? What do you think you’re doing?! What is your excuse for offending me?

Eren Kruger

@Kylie