He'd learned somewhere that the foundation of a good drift is trust. It's not uncommon for the drift compatible to be friends, siblings, lovers. They'd be hard pressed to find someone who Eren trusts more than his best friend, so that they've been started off together isn't at all a surprise.

Hell, it's probably for the best that Armin is first, because as seriously as Eren's trying to take this, he wrinkles his nose down at the questions in muted frustration as he reads them, shoulders drawn up and tense with concentration as he leans against the table. Armin already knows half this stuff about him, anyway. The rest just seems arbitrary. Unimportant.

But before he can voice the thought Armin reins him in again, starts at the top of the list. Least favorite color. He makes a hedging noise as he casts about for an answer.

"Purple? I dunno. It's just a color, isn't it?" There's an impatient air to it. He feels sort of silly. "What's all this got to do with piloting, anyway?"