Fleeting Fantasy //@killallthekyojin
Sasha was pleased. Jean was paying attention to Marco and Marco had lost his composure altogether. She left them alone, as asked, squeezing Connie’s hand and whispering things back and forth. Connie looked absolutely delighted too; nobody would doubt they were a couple like this, they almost looked as stupid as Eren did with his wife.
Though all of their attention went back to them with Eren’s shout. They looked at the two with questioning and slightly alarmed expressions. Sasha puffed up her cheeks, thinking Eren was just having issues controlling that temper until the words sunk in.
'Oh, so that's why they married in such a rush…' The brunette mused, 'She must've been a slave.'
Mikasa’s ears angled back, feeling the stares. Other than that body language, she didn’t look too irritated, “I know Eren…” Though apparently, she did get sold again…The Jaeger’s ultimately kept her from having to go with her new owner, “…I am still thankful. I just…worry about you…”
Eren sighed trying to calm his temper down. "Don't worry about me," he said. "If I'm not allowed to worry about you, you're not allowed to worry about me," Eren said folding his arms childishly.
Armin sighed. That was Eren though, even in marriage he was still acting childish. "You know Eren, if you actually want to be a good husband you'll have to stop acting like that," Armin smiled weakly. Eren groaned. "Oh what do you know, you're not even married," he snapped. Armin looked to the ground, blushing. It wasn't like he had very many options.
Eren shrugged and held his hands up. "Whatever, we're supposed to be celebrating right now right? So why are we standing around arguing like this!"
