[ There's a small actually rational part of Ange in her mind that asks her if she's really having this conversation of all things, but it's quickly drowned out by the side of her that absolutely loves to make confidence like that in people pop like a bubble if she can manage.
Which is why she manages to surpress any signs of being flustered by the suggestion - if she would be - or any annoyed groans, and instead just replies in the most calm and deadpan tone ever. ]
Yeah, that's exactly why I called you. [ CALLING HIM ON HIS BLUFF.. ] Come on, Romeo, sing me to sleep already.
[ Good thing she's great at this deadpan thing or she'd never be able to say that with a straight face to Jean. ]
[ fuck you ange at least be glad that his mom taught him to have some manners
some ] Are you serious... ?
Alright, alright. [ What the hell is a Romeo, though... He gives it a quick thought before shrugging his shoulders and "singing" in an incredibly flat tone. ] Twinkle, twinkle little star, go to sleep, why did you call?
[ Oh, look, now you have a picky audience as well.. even though Ange demanded a song out of nowhere to begin with when he wasn't even serious about it. ]
I think I actually feel a little bit more awake than before after hearing that.
I didn't go to school to become a singer, my bad. [ Not an actual apology, but— ] But what did you expect? Calling someone isn't going to help you sleep any, especially when you called someone you haven't talked to in forever and has a few words to say before you decide to pass out.
[ She's about to say something like "It doesn't matter if you went to school to become a singer or not, what matters is that you sound more like a horse".. but the words die on her tongue as he talks on. Ange raises her eyebrows, a little surprised by the latter statement, if not just because the whole loyalty test deal hadn't been too big of a deal to her despite her having died back there ]
Like what kind of words? [ See, she's not even grabbing the opportunity to make some lame joke like "You mean "I love you"?" or something like that, look at all these bones she's throwing Jean. ]
[ If she were to say something like that, he would simply hang up and only leave the conversation more awkward than it should be. ]
You still remember that whole test thing they had us in, right? [ His way of saying 'loyalty test'. What a moron. ] I know you said everything was fine and all, but... I wanted to say sorry.
[ Because he found a way to escape and didn't even bother to bring anyone with him except Noel, and she only came because he basically dragged her along with him. If she would have stayed, she would have died, just like all the others he left behind. ]
I found a way out and survived, but I should have at least told you something in case you... wanted to change your mind, or something.
[ Even if she called him a virgin that one time. ]
[ At least it's pretty easy to realise what he's going on about - it's not like the two of them have seen each other that many times, after all, let alone in some test-like setting.
But unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) there's an entire gap between the two of them in how they think about these things. Ange could make up her mind so easily about staying behind since that's just what she's like. She doesn't mind pain, she doesn't mind dying, she's already suffered it so many times that she's gotten used to it. It's why she doesn't think of it as a big deal that Jean got out while she didn't - good on him, really, but she doesn't regret anything about her decision. Maybe the fact that the tattoo she gained from it makes her feel bad sometimes, but like hell she's going to let anyone at all on to the fact she is still capable of being affected by being called defective. ]
Come on, you really think that's a big deal? Enough to want to bring it up even now? [ Her tone is a little softer, at least, so it doesn't sound like she's laughing at him. But she's still taking it all pretty lightly. ]
I made my decision to stay behind back there, even if everyone would have left, I would still have been sitting there. I'm not going to sacrifice anyone else's life for my own, that'd just be lame.
[ Some may call it selflessness or bravery, but honestly, it's more part of some sort of general apathy. ]
[ While she may look at her tattoo with some regret, Jean wouldn't bother to look at his if he didn't have to. There was a great immense of pain that settled in his chest whenever he took a single glimpse; even thinking of the fact that he had it made feel as if his stomach just fell out, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he hoped that no one would wake as he spoke; ]
There's just some things that's hard to forget, you know? [ He can deal with not bringing it up after this, but it... just felt like something he needed to say. Especially after all this time. ] I just needed to get it off my chest.
[ Because god knows how much of a emotional wreck he'll be if he constantly keeps everything under lock and key. ]
Hey... [ But his tone dips, as if he were annoyed, staring at the wall ahead of him. ] Are you trying to say that I'm lame? I don't need that this late at night.
Alright, then I'll leave that talk until the morning. [ This is what Ange does best, after all. Act lightly about things. Let nothing faze you. Pretend everything goes straight through you, and one day it might actually become reality - in a sense, it's already become reality for her. Haven can't hurt her. Yao can't do anything to her. For the most part, anyway, since she knows her weak spot is still the people she cares about.
There's a small pause and then her tone sounds maybe a slight bit less deadpan than just now. ]
Do you always think this deeply about these kind of things?
Leave it for next week. Or better yet, next month. [ Maybe she'll forget by then HAHAHAHAHAAHA. But who knows, she obviously hasn't forgotten him since the last time they've spoke. ]
What if I do? Are ya' gonna call me lame for that, too?
Not lame. [ Although saying "not lame" implies she'd still call him something else for it, huh.. although it seems to be something she has to think about for a moment, since she goes quiet as she turns the phone over in her hand a few times. ]
I guess I'd rather call it "dangerous". [ And she actually sounds more serious now. As far as that's possible where Ange's concerned, anyway. ] If you keep lingering too much on stuff like that, it'll all just get too much for you eventually. There's only so much shit people can take.
[ ... ] I guess what I'm trying to say is learn how to shrug things off a little better.
[ Like her. Because that's totally healthy, yeah. ]
He takes a moment and lets her words sink, putting them into consideration and slowly weaving them out. It's not like he's trying to start an argument, but— ] I don't think I can do that.
[ He's always adding more weight on his shoulders and is (slightly) aware of it. Constantly concerned of keeping his friends alive and only continuing to build on the thought that he probably had no power to do that was all too common to him, so it shouldn't come to much of a surprise that he would overthink things of the past.
Especially when there's a half-eaten corpse that comes to mind. ]
Maybe it's because I think to much, but sometimes I... kinda need these things to help keep moving forward. You get me?
[ "You get me" might be pushing it. After all, Ange can understand it more than she'd usually admit in her casual moods - she has things she cares about too, things she'd fight like an animal for if she had to defend them - and things have been dragging her down too for long periods of time in the past too, but..
.. she had been ready to give it up. To let go of everything. She can't see Jean doing something like that at all, for better or worse. (No, she won't put it that way even to herself, it's definitely for the better, he doesn't deserve that.) ]
You need to sing a girl to sleep to help keep moving you forward? What a weird guy.
[ For a moment she pauses though, and there's a soft breath with some actual emotion into it if you bother listening enough. ]
Well, I guess I don't mean that. I just really suck at talking about these kind of things. There's things even I'd rather not think about, you know. [ As unfazable as she seems and as much as she tries spreading that kind of philosophy.
There's a sigh and the sound of her rolling over in bed lazily. ] And I guess there's this and that I don't know how to talk to people about, either.. Hey, night time confessions are a well guarded secret, so you better not tell anyone that.
[ She's still saying it all with a casual tone though - it's probably so she can cover up later by saying she was just kidding or something along the lines of "I can't believe you'd fall for that.." ]
[ He doesn't have time to live life carelessly and with regrets! ...
Only because he never knows if and when he'll ever die. YOLO. ]
Hey, you're... [ He actually bites his tongue for a moment. People opening up to isn't something that he's particularly adjusted to, and her words come to a surprise. And he's only even more shocked when he hears actual emotion in her words? (Dang girl you're just full of surprises.) ] You're not too great with this whole 'friendship' deal, are you?
What a cruel thing to say to a girl in the middle of the night. [ DRYLY... because she honestly has heard far worse insults than something that's actually more an observation - and a true fact on top of it - than anything else. ]
Are you trying to suggest we're friends?
[ Is she trying to talk around the topic so she doesn't have to fully admit it?
[ THERE'S IMPORTANT REASONS FOR THAT. BROCON REASONS. ]
Tc-- [ There's an oddly choked noise all of a sudden. Not like she's about to cry or anything, but more as if she's surprised or taken aback - which is already more than most people can say they've heard out of this girl. It takes her a moment or two before she can even get out more words than that. ]
What are you saying?! [ Yup, there it is, the tsun.. the true sign that Ange does not know how to friendship whatsoever. ] Don't just say you'd pick up the phone for me late at night like it's a big deal or whatever, moron! We just happened to talk a few times, that's all, right? You don't even know if you can trust me, so don't say something like that so carelessly!
[ There's no huff at the end of it, but let's be real, there might as well have been with how she rambled.. her cheeks are probably a little red too, but thankfully he can't see that. ]
[ IF ONLY HE KNEW, MAYBE HE'D SUGGEST SHE AND MIKASA MAKE A BROCON CLUB. ]
Well I would be a liar if I said I wasn't worried for a second. Getting a call in the middle of the night isn't a common thing, especially from someone who hasn't talked to me in forever. [ Is that a hint of teasing in his tone?
Why yes. Yes it is. What an asshole. ] Well you just happened to open up, right? Are you sure you can trust me with that sort of information? I mean, one click of a button and I can let everyone know something about you that a few probably don't even know...
But I won't. Because I do trust you, even if it seems stupid.
[ "What an asshole" is just about what is going through Ange's mind right now as she hears that first bit.. even though that's pretty hypocritical since she's such a brat to most people she interacts with as well. Although she'd argue it's different if anyone would point it out to her, really. ]
Do you think I'm really going to give a shit if people know that I'm not exactly great with making friends? I'm pretty sure most of them already figured. [ UNFORTUNATELY.. it's hard to seem cool when you're actually a gigantic loser. ] But I guess it's a moot point if you trust me.. but.. you know, don't get it wrong, it's not like I particularly care whether you trust me or not. It means nothing to me.
[ Yeah. Clearly. It's why she's making sure to point it out elaborately.. ]
[ Do they know about your potty mouth GIRL YOU'RE FIVE. ]
Really? I didn't even notice until we had this conversation. [ Somehow it all managed to fly right over his head, but that's possibly because he's not the greatest at making friends, either... ]
... You know, pointing it out like that, you really make it seem like kinda do care. Even if it's just a tiny bit.
Also wow, Jean, way to call her out on her tsun. There's a moment of silence from her end - because she's trying to force her tone down to its usual flat level again, but not like she's going to admit that - before she speaks up again. ]
Well, I guess how you mentioned it? It was pretty obvious with how much you said you didn't care that you did, y'know? [ He doesn't know how to explain this kind of thing, it's way out of league in terms of anything. ] It didn't feel as direct as you usually are.
[ HER TONE PRACTICALLY TURNS TO ICE... if she was Elsa, you could practically start building snowmen in the middle of Haven by now. ]
Are you seriously calling me a tsundere? [ Of course he's not using the word - maybe since he doesn't know about it, people from his world tend to be a little behind on the times - but from the description it's obvious that it's exactly what he's trying to convey with more words.
And she's not a tsundere, okay. Totally not. Don't misunderstand. Don't let the twintail skirt and thigh highs combo fool you!! ]
[ get over horseboy she'll ride you all night long ]
No, I'm not! I'm exactly telling you that because I'm not one! [ And that's exactly why she's denying it now.. multiple times.. in a row.. because she's not.. yeah.
Obviously Ange is shooting herself in the foot here, but in the middle of her frenzy she hardly realises that as she starts to explain. ]
Tsundere is.. well.. people who are rude on the outside but all stupid and mushy on the inside, I guess. Girls who'd give you chocolate and then punch you into the face, maybe.
[ Sounds like a perfect description of Ange lbr. ]
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Which is why she manages to surpress any signs of being flustered by the suggestion - if she would be - or any annoyed groans, and instead just replies in the most calm and deadpan tone ever. ]
Yeah, that's exactly why I called you. [ CALLING HIM ON HIS BLUFF.. ] Come on, Romeo, sing me to sleep already.
[ Good thing she's great at this deadpan thing or she'd never be able to say that with a straight face to Jean. ]
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some ] Are you serious... ?
Alright, alright. [ What the hell is a Romeo, though... He gives it a quick thought before shrugging his shoulders and "singing" in an incredibly flat tone. ] Twinkle, twinkle little star, go to sleep, why did you call?
[ Someone give this young man a star. ]
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[ Oh, look, now you have a picky audience as well.. even though Ange demanded a song out of nowhere to begin with when he wasn't even serious about it. ]
I think I actually feel a little bit more awake than before after hearing that.
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I didn't go to school to become a singer, my bad. [ Not an actual apology, but— ] But what did you expect? Calling someone isn't going to help you sleep any, especially when you called someone you haven't talked to in forever and has a few words to say before you decide to pass out.
[ Or before he does. ]
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Like what kind of words? [ See, she's not even grabbing the opportunity to make some lame joke like "You mean "I love you"?" or something like that, look at all these bones she's throwing Jean. ]
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You still remember that whole test thing they had us in, right? [ His way of saying 'loyalty test'. What a moron. ] I know you said everything was fine and all, but... I wanted to say sorry.
[ Because he found a way to escape and didn't even bother to bring anyone with him except Noel, and she only came because he basically dragged her along with him. If she would have stayed, she would have died, just like all the others he left behind. ]
I found a way out and survived, but I should have at least told you something in case you... wanted to change your mind, or something.
[ Even if she called him a virgin that one time. ]
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But unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) there's an entire gap between the two of them in how they think about these things. Ange could make up her mind so easily about staying behind since that's just what she's like. She doesn't mind pain, she doesn't mind dying, she's already suffered it so many times that she's gotten used to it. It's why she doesn't think of it as a big deal that Jean got out while she didn't - good on him, really, but she doesn't regret anything about her decision. Maybe the fact that the tattoo she gained from it makes her feel bad sometimes, but like hell she's going to let anyone at all on to the fact she is still capable of being affected by being called defective. ]
Come on, you really think that's a big deal? Enough to want to bring it up even now? [ Her tone is a little softer, at least, so it doesn't sound like she's laughing at him. But she's still taking it all pretty lightly. ]
I made my decision to stay behind back there, even if everyone would have left, I would still have been sitting there. I'm not going to sacrifice anyone else's life for my own, that'd just be lame.
[ Some may call it selflessness or bravery, but honestly, it's more part of some sort of general apathy. ]
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There's just some things that's hard to forget, you know? [ He can deal with not bringing it up after this, but it... just felt like something he needed to say. Especially after all this time. ] I just needed to get it off my chest.
[ Because god knows how much of a emotional wreck he'll be if he constantly keeps everything under lock and key. ]
Hey... [ But his tone dips, as if he were annoyed, staring at the wall ahead of him. ] Are you trying to say that I'm lame? I don't need that this late at night.
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There's a small pause and then her tone sounds maybe a slight bit less deadpan than just now. ]
Do you always think this deeply about these kind of things?
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What if I do? Are ya' gonna call me lame for that, too?
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I guess I'd rather call it "dangerous". [ And she actually sounds more serious now. As far as that's possible where Ange's concerned, anyway. ] If you keep lingering too much on stuff like that, it'll all just get too much for you eventually. There's only so much shit people can take.
[ ... ] I guess what I'm trying to say is learn how to shrug things off a little better.
[ Like her. Because that's totally healthy, yeah. ]
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He takes a moment and lets her words sink, putting them into consideration and slowly weaving them out. It's not like he's trying to start an argument, but— ] I don't think I can do that.
[ He's always adding more weight on his shoulders and is (slightly) aware of it. Constantly concerned of keeping his friends alive and only continuing to build on the thought that he probably had no power to do that was all too common to him, so it shouldn't come to much of a surprise that he would overthink things of the past.
Especially when there's a half-eaten corpse that comes to mind. ]
Maybe it's because I think to much, but sometimes I... kinda need these things to help keep moving forward. You get me?
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.. she had been ready to give it up. To let go of everything. She can't see Jean doing something like that at all, for better or worse. (No, she won't put it that way even to herself, it's definitely for the better, he doesn't deserve that.) ]
You need to sing a girl to sleep to help keep moving you forward? What a weird guy.
[ For a moment she pauses though, and there's a soft breath with some actual emotion into it if you bother listening enough. ]
Well, I guess I don't mean that. I just really suck at talking about these kind of things. There's things even I'd rather not think about, you know. [ As unfazable as she seems and as much as she tries spreading that kind of philosophy.
There's a sigh and the sound of her rolling over in bed lazily. ] And I guess there's this and that I don't know how to talk to people about, either.. Hey, night time confessions are a well guarded secret, so you better not tell anyone that.
[ She's still saying it all with a casual tone though - it's probably so she can cover up later by saying she was just kidding or something along the lines of "I can't believe you'd fall for that.." ]
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[ He doesn't have time to live life carelessly and with regrets! ...
Only because he never knows if and when he'll ever die. YOLO. ]
Hey, you're... [ He actually bites his tongue for a moment. People opening up to isn't something that he's particularly adjusted to, and her words come to a surprise. And he's only even more shocked when he hears actual emotion in her words? (Dang girl you're just full of surprises.) ] You're not too great with this whole 'friendship' deal, are you?
[ Or being social at all, really. ]
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What a cruel thing to say to a girl in the middle of the night. [ DRYLY... because she honestly has heard far worse insults than something that's actually more an observation - and a true fact on top of it - than anything else. ]
Are you trying to suggest we're friends?
[ Is she trying to talk around the topic so she doesn't have to fully admit it?
Only time will tell. ]
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... You've heard something similar before, haven't you?
[ JESUS, GIRL... he almost feels bad. ]
Well don't you? You're the one that called, if I remember, and I wouldn't just pick up for anyone this late at night.
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Tc-- [ There's an oddly choked noise all of a sudden. Not like she's about to cry or anything, but more as if she's surprised or taken aback - which is already more than most people can say they've heard out of this girl. It takes her a moment or two before she can even get out more words than that. ]
What are you saying?! [ Yup, there it is, the tsun.. the true sign that Ange does not know how to friendship whatsoever. ] Don't just say you'd pick up the phone for me late at night like it's a big deal or whatever, moron! We just happened to talk a few times, that's all, right? You don't even know if you can trust me, so don't say something like that so carelessly!
[ There's no huff at the end of it, but let's be real, there might as well have been with how she rambled.. her cheeks are probably a little red too, but thankfully he can't see that. ]
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Well I would be a liar if I said I wasn't worried for a second. Getting a call in the middle of the night isn't a common thing, especially from someone who hasn't talked to me in forever. [ Is that a hint of teasing in his tone?
Why yes. Yes it is. What an asshole. ] Well you just happened to open up, right? Are you sure you can trust me with that sort of information? I mean, one click of a button and I can let everyone know something about you that a few probably don't even know...
But I won't. Because I do trust you, even if it seems stupid.
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Do you think I'm really going to give a shit if people know that I'm not exactly great with making friends? I'm pretty sure most of them already figured. [ UNFORTUNATELY.. it's hard to seem cool when you're actually a gigantic loser. ] But I guess it's a moot point if you trust me.. but.. you know, don't get it wrong, it's not like I particularly care whether you trust me or not. It means nothing to me.
[ Yeah. Clearly. It's why she's making sure to point it out elaborately.. ]
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Really? I didn't even notice until we had this conversation. [ Somehow it all managed to fly right over his head, but that's possibly because he's not the greatest at making friends, either... ]
... You know, pointing it out like that, you really make it seem like kinda do care. Even if it's just a tiny bit.
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Also wow, Jean, way to call her out on her tsun. There's a moment of silence from her end - because she's trying to force her tone down to its usual flat level again, but not like she's going to admit that - before she speaks up again. ]
What would make you think that.
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Well, I guess how you mentioned it? It was pretty obvious with how much you said you didn't care that you did, y'know? [ He doesn't know how to explain this kind of thing, it's way out of league in terms of anything. ] It didn't feel as direct as you usually are.
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Are you seriously calling me a tsundere? [ Of course he's not using the word - maybe since he doesn't know about it, people from his world tend to be a little behind on the times - but from the description it's obvious that it's exactly what he's trying to convey with more words.
And she's not a tsundere, okay. Totally not. Don't misunderstand. Don't let the twintail skirt and thigh highs combo fool you!! ]
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A tsunwhate? [ MODERN PEOPLE.... they're too strange. ] Listen, I have no idea what that is, but if that's your first response then you probably are.
[ Just a thought? Because he's just trying to be honest over here... ]
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No, I'm not! I'm exactly telling you that because I'm not one! [ And that's exactly why she's denying it now.. multiple times.. in a row.. because she's not.. yeah.
Obviously Ange is shooting herself in the foot here, but in the middle of her frenzy she hardly realises that as she starts to explain. ]
Tsundere is.. well.. people who are rude on the outside but all stupid and mushy on the inside, I guess. Girls who'd give you chocolate and then punch you into the face, maybe.
[ Sounds like a perfect description of Ange lbr. ]
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