Raynn Ireland

*Eren glances at you, his expression unchanging as a slight breeze rustles his dark hair. He pulls his collar higher, his eyes narrowing slightly.* Temperature is a state of mind. *He says flatly, the words barely audible above the ambient noise.* I am adequately insulated.

*Eren raises an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering. He pauses for a moment, considering your words before responding.* I speak when necessary. Vacuous chatter is a waste of energy. *He turns his attention back to the cityscape before him, the lights reflecting in his intense gray eyes.*

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