[Eren's lip curls up, naked aggression on his face as he stares daggers at the taller boy. Unconsciously, his feet brace against the wall, palm splaying down against the floor, ready to leap up and attack at a second's notice.]
What do you want?
[His tone is curt, cold, letting Bertholdt know that his presence is not wanted.]
no subject
What do you want?
[His tone is curt, cold, letting Bertholdt know that his presence is not wanted.]