[It's said as lighthearted as he can manage but his back is cramping and Armin is so clearly lying that it stiffens his posture in worry. There has to be a way out, even if it's painful. Biting his lip, he attempts to move, pulling himself up. Skin scrapes against stone and leaves parts behind. Gradually, he moves–with pained groans and sucked in air until finally, he's free.]
Got it. [A beat. His arms are burning with fresh scrapes that drip blood down his arms.] –Shit.
PROUD OF MYSELF tries to write this one through really loud movies playing
[It's said as lighthearted as he can manage but his back is cramping and Armin is so clearly lying that it stiffens his posture in worry. There has to be a way out, even if it's painful. Biting his lip, he attempts to move, pulling himself up. Skin scrapes against stone and leaves parts behind. Gradually, he moves–with pained groans and sucked in air until finally, he's free.]
Got it. [A beat. His arms are burning with fresh scrapes that drip blood down his arms.] –Shit.