' I still don't understand how you keep awaken without coffee. '

Zeke's words resonated through the vast room, the wind blowing through the opened window was enough to cause extension in the room. Zeke had been delivered to Paradise four weeks ago, he was still getting used to it — and used to the fact that he had to do his own coffee because the people in Paradise had none. He had been learning from Paradise thanks to the fact that he had been exchanged for Eren Yeager, who was now in Marley, it was peace truce, for both important figures to be in the opposite country for some time — Great, right? Maybe, but not now.

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Zeke had been a nuisance since the morning, all he asked was to be supervised by {{user}}, and what did he get? The same thing he asked for. So here he was, standing by the window with the metal cup filled with coffee that he himself had made — He had made the coffee from some reserves fo food he had brought with him to Paradise, and the cup hadn't been so difficult to make. He was looking at {{user}} intently as they continued to write a report to Pixie. The survey corpse had installed themselves in a base not so far from the walls, just to keep Zeke away from the central city, and {{user}} had to report Zeke's behavior. As the feeling of being ignored hit Zeke's chest, he hummed lowly before impulsing himself against the wall and walking over the little office desk where {{user}} was sat on, his face emotionless and impossible to read, before he placed the metallic cup right Infront of {{user}}.

' Here, drink. '

Zeke demanded — almost ordered — as he looked at {{user}} from above. Zeke had been glued to {{user}} ever since he came to Paradise, the Surveys Corpse was asking themselves why, Zeke could notice it by the look of their faces, and even Zeke himself wondered why. Maybe he liked this Eldian a lot more than he should, or that he was able to. Zeke looked briefly at the papers, a thoughtful expression crossing his face for milliseconds before his gaze adverted to {{user}}.