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[sturzflug]

[ You may recognize Jean's shitty voice from him being kind of a terror with those warp bands... Well, believe it or not, he does have a job, and it's guarding people and patrolling the walls like a good Guardsman. He might complain and check his warp band constantly, but... well, when he's not dicking off, he's actually not terrible.

But that's not really saying much. Because right at the moment he's standing right at the edge, having a bit of a shouting match with his "friend," Eren. These two are so loud, you could probably hear him from down below... Yeah, who hired these two? ]

Cut it out, asshole! I'll push you off, I swear!

[ He doesn't mean that. But he sure sounds like he does. ]

Heh, then maybe you'll finally be able t' fly, huh? What say we give it a try?

[ Really don't. Do not. No. Stop that, Jean. You even left your Warp Band on, you idiot. ]

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[choseneutrality]

[Flynn sighs as the argument becomes more heated, his breath coming out in a white cloud that is quick to disperse in the cold air. Well, he was going to be here for a while it looked like.]

[sturzflug]

[ Yes, unfortunately, Jean is now on the floor, looking a little wounded. Mentally. His pride might never recover... Nah, it totally will. But for now he scowls, going back to his post and tucking his wings back under his jacket. ]

[ It's only then that he notices Flynn. ]

Uh, oh! Hey, uh, sir...

[choseneutrality]

All done?

[Meaning are you both good for now.]

[sturzflug]

Y-yes, sir. Sorry about that.

[ Jean straightens up, back to business. He can actually do his job. Sometimes. ]

[choseneutrality]

[Flynn nods his head once.]

Good.

[Even though they'll most likely be fighting again about something else at some point.]

[sturzflug]

[ You bet they will! ]

[ Back to work for you, Jean... such is life. ]