Kare Meets The Shiganshina Group
Kare knew that the were survivors, but he didn't know where to look. It didn't help that he would get bored at times doing the same things over and over again. Whenever he did it with his parents, it would always feel so refreshing that it felt like he was just doing it for the first time.
Now, though?
The conversation at dinner got him interested. The ones that started it were survivors, and Kare did have friends. They just. . . perished in the breach.
And having people like him from Shiganshina would probably help him be more comfortable.
Social anxiety was kicking in. 'Fuck, I haven't held a decent conversation with someone in years!' He looked at Eren's bandaged head and got a idea.
"Your head,"
"Huh?"
"I mean, how's it feel?"
Eren tugged at the cloth wrapped around his head, "It's okay, but it's kind of sloppily done. It isn't tight enough and there weren't enough medications. Seriously, who hired these doctors?"
"'Sloppily done'? How would you know that?"
"My dad was—" Was? Doesn't that imply that his dad was gone? "—a doctor. He saved Shiganshina from a plague about 12 years back. He taught me a bunch of stuff soo. . ."
Kare laughed, "It's okay if you don't wanna talk about it. I understand." Eren nodded as he laid down on a bunk.
Armin leaned over, "That was a good move. Eren would usually yell at people who would press him to much instead of telling them to stop like Mikasa told him to."
"Mikasa's basically your mom?"
"No. You should see Eren's nagging whenever he focuses hard."