#KeithShadis

[kerothi]

@keith-shadis || h e l p

Before he can even fumble the words "no" and "sir" together, Jean's feeling the wrath of Shadis' boot. Getting his leg pelted out from under him and suddenly facing the laws of gravity. The two bags hung over his shoulders the weight of one person each just act as an anchor for his head, and Jean's hitting the soaked, muddy ground with what should have been a thud but instead comes as a splash.

It would've taken everything in his power to strangle back that cry of pain were it not for the mouthful of dirty puddle that promptly slaps the noise back into his throat.

Shadis is immediately barking him back to his feet though, and Jean knows damn well that's practically impossible when it feels like his shin's been snapped in half. But his face is in prime kicking range if he doesn't. So, god, somehow, he finds the strength with his hand in the slop to push himself (and the bags) back up enough to get his legs underneath him, the right one throbbing when he cracks back his, "Yes-s-sir."

[imareticentpotatoe]

I'm not crying, Keith Shadis and Theo Magath got stucked into my eyes... 😭

[104teaghlach]

~continued from X~ @keith-shadis​

Eren bit his cheek for a moment, looking up at his instructor. Repairing gear was never his forte, he would rather be fighting or using the gear. “A-alright.” He said quietly, looking at his gear. The triggers were feeling stiff, so he had to figure out how to loosen it up without completely removing any of the resistance it gave.

“Shit...” He grumbled to himself. He should have paid more attention when they were talking about gear maintenance. He picked up the handles and started to figure out how exactly to start his work. He took his tools and started slowly working, though it was apparent he was unsure.

[massensterben-a]

@keith-shadis​ said:                "huber" he says "i notice a lack of motivation. what is the matter?" turning, his eyes move to the rest of the group, eagerly training on the field. he gently guides the boy away from them so they can talk more privately. (sth random for you <3)

Bertholdt lets himself be ushered away from the group only reluctantly. His eyes dart back to Reiner and the others who stoically push on. Getting singled out is never a good sign, and the instructor’s remarks prove as much. He didn’t think it’d show... 

“Sorry, sir.” That’s always the first thing out of his mouth, isn’t it? Some rogue apology, still left over from another shortcoming. Bertholdt already knows that he will have someone else, someone worse, to answer to than Keith Shadis. He’ll have to come up with some excuse later. “I’m just tired.” Exhausted, more like. This is the third night he’s not gotten a wink of sleep. Anxiety and guilt have been taking turns, choking him to death in his bed. “I promise it won’t happen again.”