[Saturday morning finds Armin sitting in the dining room, having staked out a small section of the long table and covered it with books. Are you supposed to take those from the library? Maybe yes, maybe no, but it is clear Armin has. He's got one book open in front of him, propped up against a breadbasket. Three more books rest at his elbow, haphazardly stacked together. There is a plate of breakfast somewhere in between all these books, though it is going very much ignored. In fact, the hand with which Armin is holding the scone he's been eating has been meaninglessly hovering somewhere between his plate and face for the last few minutes as he remains absorbed in his book.
Someone might want to tell the kid to actually eat.]
Rocky Beach.
[The castle is a sight to see, and one you could probably explore for weeks and not see all of it, but Armin wouldn't be Armin if he didn't also take a peek at the rocky little beach. It's nothing like the warm, sand-strewn beaches of home, but it is a beach nonetheless.
Currently, Armin is squatting at the edge of the water, a container of something at his side, and his hand to about five Krabbies. Armin has been worried and fairly serious all throughout his stay at prom, still convinced that trouble is lurking right around the corner, but right now he's absolutely relaxed, smiling even as the bright orange crabs poke at his hand with their claws.]
You like that, don't you? Hold on, there is enough for everybody.
[Armin digs out some cubes of something out of the container, spreading them out on his palm again, before offering them to his new little crab harem.]
Armin Arlert | Attack On Titan
[Saturday morning finds Armin sitting in the dining room, having staked out a small section of the long table and covered it with books. Are you supposed to take those from the library? Maybe yes, maybe no, but it is clear Armin has. He's got one book open in front of him, propped up against a breadbasket. Three more books rest at his elbow, haphazardly stacked together. There is a plate of breakfast somewhere in between all these books, though it is going very much ignored. In fact, the hand with which Armin is holding the scone he's been eating has been meaninglessly hovering somewhere between his plate and face for the last few minutes as he remains absorbed in his book.
Someone might want to tell the kid to actually eat.]
Rocky Beach.
[The castle is a sight to see, and one you could probably explore for weeks and not see all of it, but Armin wouldn't be Armin if he didn't also take a peek at the rocky little beach. It's nothing like the warm, sand-strewn beaches of home, but it is a beach nonetheless.
Currently, Armin is squatting at the edge of the water, a container of something at his side, and his hand to about five Krabbies. Armin has been worried and fairly serious all throughout his stay at prom, still convinced that trouble is lurking right around the corner, but right now he's absolutely relaxed, smiling even as the bright orange crabs poke at his hand with their claws.]
You like that, don't you? Hold on, there is enough for everybody.
[Armin digs out some cubes of something out of the container, spreading them out on his palm again, before offering them to his new little crab harem.]