eren sat in his chair, his eyebrows furrowed as he stares down the script in his hands. the two of you were preparing for an upcoming scene taking place in season four. he looks up at where you’re seated, tossing his pen at you so it bounces off your head. wanting your attention. when you look up with a sharp glare, he grins.

he plays such a scary, intense role. but he’s such a dork off screen.

“soo what do you think about this scene?” he hums, clearly bored of going over his lines. he messes idly with a strand of hair that hung out of the messy bun of brown hair on the back of his head.