Shenanigans
“But predicting is what makes us see if it’s true, duh idiot.” Unlike his friend, Jean enjoyed coming up with predictions. It was like picking out which combination of ice cream one would like at a parlor; The possibilities were endless and always enjoyable no matter the outcome. A sigh escaped his lips as he kicked the covers off of him, feeling a bit stuffy in the packed room of the boys’ quarters. Brows furrowed as the other continued to deliver his theories, obviously speaking as he thought as Connie always did.
“Wouldn’t tornadoes need a large ass space to develop?” Since they never had a problem with one, nor did they learn much about its potential dangers, he never thought what damage a tornado could do until now. Surely the landscape would be completely destroyed, but that would also lead to death on mankind’s side. Jean didn’t deal with a large scale mission aside from Trost’s evacuation, which involved escorting the entire population away from the hungry mouths of titans –– not the destruction of a natural disaster. “If there so happens to be one today, let it occur outside the walls."
Really Connie!?
The boy’s eyes turned into slits as his mouth dropped open in disbelief. “Think about what you just said? A human –– controlling the weather. That’s not a realistic thought at all. Pfft, try again.” His fingers laced together, cracking his bones as he felt the pins and needles feeling of exhaustion fade. “Why don’t you take a better look and then tell me if he’s capable of controlling the weather?”
”Sure! Like–normally, I hear tornadoes need like, a shit-ton of flat land to work with, but yo–they could happen anywhere.“ This young man genuinely had no comprehension of what he was discussing. Sitting up on his bed and glancing over at their slumbering comrade, Connie scratched the soft stubble upon his scalp as he pondered the weather-controlling capacity Bertholdt could possess.
”…I mean, it ain’t that crazy, bro. We don’t–“ or, at least, he didn’t, "We don’t know much ‘bout how the weather works, anyways. Y'got wind, y'got clouds, y'got the sun. Those are the main players, ain’t they? But… What makes wind blow? That part don’t make no sense.” In his lack of common sense, it almost seemed logical for mankind to have something to do with such a powerful force.
He flopped back down on his bed, backtracking on the ideas he had so loosely strung together into words. Maybe his theories didn’t make much sense after all. “Man, it’s too early to be thinkin’ this hard, I’m already giving myself a damn headache. Why dont'cha just get to your fuggin’ prediction? I’d love it if the trainin’ shit we gotta do outside was cancelled today.”
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