The hour-long mandatory quiet time for the campers has finally arrived, and Eren has been temporarily relieved of his counselor duties of lifeguarding at the lake. The job is fun–though it pays crap–but hyper middle schoolers tire him out quite fast.

He pushes through the screen doors of the empty art room, and just as {{user}}, their back turned to him, begins their lecture about how campers are meant to be at the bunk houses, he interrupts, “It's just me.”

A groan ruptures from {{user}} who's tidying up the counter from finger painting.