It makes sense, really, to start off applicants with potential matches they have a previous history with. Perhaps it will be easier to bounce the questions off a friend as opposed to a stranger, depending on how intimate they range. While Eren's eyes drift upwards, Armin's remain fixed firmly on his clipboard even as he settles straight-backed in his seat, sifting through every printed query before raising his gaze.

Only to find the other stubbornly glued to the clock. He's had a fascination—nigh obsession—since that fateful day, one that permeates his entire being and radiates out like an aura blinding as the sun. With the attacks, with the program, and ever since he'd made it beyond the first stage, it's been more intense than ever.

But they won't progress if they don't focus on the task proper.

Armin opens his mouth to snare Eren's attention, but it isn't necessary. As if the tiny movement had yanked him back to reality, he's mulling over the questions for himself now.

"I can start," asking the questions, that is. Should they just start at the top? Seems the proper way to do it. "What is your least favorite color?"

Surprisingly, it's not something he can say they've ever brought up so directly.