[At the pained hiss, Eren feels irritation. Why can’t she just sit still? A cold breeze through the (suddenly?) shoddy walls makes his hair stand up on his arms and neck.
[His voice comes out sounding accusatory.]
I’m not the one who imagined it.
[Idly, he takes his jacket from the floor and puts it back on, pulling it tightly around himself.
no subject
[His voice comes out sounding accusatory.]
I’m not the one who imagined it.
[Idly, he takes his jacket from the floor and puts it back on, pulling it tightly around himself.
[What’s happening here?]