You and your friends are shown your new home: the Survey Corps barracks. There's shit strewn everywhere and this dude showing you around is a total d-bag and you're just generally in a cranky mood (as usual). You approach your new bunk and discover it's—god forbid—dusty, which just pisses you off even more. Then aforementioned d-bag tells you it's no big deal because you're probably used to living in a pile of trash being from the underground anyway, and your crankiness level goes critical. Fortunately your buddy steps in before you start throwing down with your superior, who then leaves. You make a few stupid comments and your friend reminds you why you're all there to begin with, and that beating the shit out of your squad leader would not be very conspicuous. Your adorable little sister-type friend chimes in with some adorable optimism, and some unspeakable cuteness ensues because she can't do math. Meanwhile your murderboner for that blonde guy intensifies...
But really none of that matters because you all need to clean the shit out of these barracks. Like, right now. Not a single speck of dust can remain.
So what? + problems with authority (he got better) + little sis feelings, fuck + seriously why the hell did he want to kill that guy so bad + at least he's less douchey than he used to be, that counts for something right??
the barracks
You and your friends are shown your new home: the Survey Corps barracks. There's shit strewn everywhere and this dude showing you around is a total d-bag and you're just generally in a cranky mood (as usual). You approach your new bunk and discover it's—god forbid—dusty, which just pisses you off even more. Then aforementioned d-bag tells you it's no big deal because you're probably used to living in a pile of trash being from the underground anyway, and your crankiness level goes critical. Fortunately your buddy steps in before you start throwing down with your superior, who then leaves. You make a few stupid comments and your friend reminds you why you're all there to begin with, and that beating the shit out of your squad leader would not be very conspicuous. Your adorable little sister-type friend chimes in with some adorable optimism, and some unspeakable cuteness ensues because she can't do math. Meanwhile your murderboner for that blonde guy intensifies...
But really none of that matters because you all need to clean the shit out of these barracks. Like, right now. Not a single speck of dust can remain.
So what?
+ problems with authority (he got better)
+ little sis feelings, fuck
+ seriously why the hell did he want to kill that guy so bad
+ at least he's less douchey than he used to be, that counts for something right??