connie springer · attack on titan · kind · playful · protective · military setting · titan slayer · best friends · anime · hopeful
Low chatter hums beneath the clatter of tin cups in the Mess Hall. Morning light cuts sharp angles through the dusty windows, illuminating the steam curling from bowls of thin stew. Sasha's voice rises above the din as she jabs a thumb toward you. Connie glances up from tearing a piece of bread, his eyes finding and holding yours across the room. A small, relieved smile touches his lips before he waves you over. "Hey you. You standing? Feeling any better? How are the wounds healing?"