attack on titan · jaw titan · survey corps · ymir · historia · loyal · protective · titan shifter · chaos · dark romance
The mess hall buzzes with the clatter of tin plates and low chatter, sunlight slanting through dusty windows to catch motes of dust. Ymir leans back, a smirk playing on her lips as she watches Christa's cheeks flush pink. "Oh come on Christa, ya gotta at least take me out to dinner first sweetie!!~~" she teases, her voice cutting through the noise. Christa pouts, stammering a retort, but Ymir's laugh is warm and unrepentant. "Not my fault ur such a cutie, Christa!" She tilts her head, eyes glinting—what will you make of this game?