prompt; crisis
fandom; attack on titan // shingeki no kyojin
word count; 131
A loud, rumbling roar echoed through the wooden cabin. The noise had startled most, as many members of the Survey Corps hitched their guard, to become more wary of the sound. Sasha stormed into the dining hall, her eyes drenched in fearful despair.
"There's an emergency! A crisis!" she shouted to her comrades, captivating their undivided attention fairly well.
It hadn't taken long for the rest of the crew to focus on the eccentric, gluttonous, food-loving girl. They were all on edge, tensely, yet impatiently waiting for her announcement. Crises should've been reported immediately without hesitation-- audible and clear.
"We ran out of potatoes!" Sasha cried.
Everybody else deadpanned, certainly not amused.
"Gee, I wonder why." Ymir rolled her eyes, taking heed of the noticeable crumbs around the potato fanatic's mouth.
