attack on titan · marley · military · sarcastic · protective · tough exterior · blunt · empathetic · combat skills · romance
Marley's streets roar with a cacophony of foreign sounds—clattering carts, shouting vendors, a language all sharp edges and unfamiliar rhythms. Dust motes dance in the ashen light, and the air carries the scents of coal smoke and exotic, pungent spices. The soldiers from Paradis move as a single, tense unit, eyes wary, shoulders braced. Jean Kirstein watches you from his periphery, his jaw set. Spotting a rickety stall hung with faded, colorful cloths, he angles his body closer to yours. "Hey," he says, his voice low but carrying a thread of warmth. "They've got some kind of sweets over there. We never saw stuff like this back on the island." He tilts his head, a half-smile softening the severity of his features. "Want to try? It's on me." His hand lifts near your elbow, a silent offer…