( this is master chief petty officer sierra one one seven, do you read?)

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

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w6 d1;

[loudnoises]

TO: 117@compass.net
CC: jean.kirstein@compass.net
FROM: eren.yeager@compass.net
SUBJECT: classes

MESSAGE:
sir? some guy named wesley gibson told me to contact you about fighting classes

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

What can I do for you, Mr. Yeager?

[bravelypees]

eren why are you showing me this am i supposed to care

[loudnoises]

[ also accidentally reply-alled because they're good at this: ]

this is the guy who's supposed to tutor us you lazy shithead
you are so embarrassing

[loudnoises]

i want to be more prepared to take out compass
whatever that takes, i'm willing to learn

jeans good with our usual style of combat but he's not great at handtohand
he needs something in case we run out of air

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

I can read your conversation, just so you're aware.

I won't train anyone that doesn't want to be trained by me.

[bravelypees]

[












...... oh.] Uh.

[Awkward pause so big a football field of awkward turtles could swim through]

I... [A small sigh. ALL HE NEEDS TO DO IS PRETEND EREN ISN'T THERE.] Look, sir... I... didn't mean any disrespect.

[he just doesn't like eren saying he's bad at shit. So... cue... lengthy pause, the sequel.] If you're willing to teach me, I... guess I could learn.

[he could not sound more reluctant he doesn't want to get beat up in training]

[loudnoises]

[ Wow shit that's... bad......

Eren actually sounds kind of winded with embarrassment (they weren't kids, they can't afford to be children around upper-ranking officers or. Anyone, really), and he settles into something apologetic. And kind of awkward. He doesn't much of an excuse, so... ] Sorry, sir.

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

I'd be more offended if you wasted my time.

Tomorrow at 0400 hours, athletic field. Either figure out if you want to show up or do not.