[[Prowl]] - Closed for Mikasa
“You can take what you want from my wallet, just please give me that bag back. There is nothing of value to you in it”
In theory, he knew if he just stayed quiet, kept his mouth shut and let them take what they wanted, he probably would be better off for it. But that had never been the sort of person Armin was, and as the blonde struggled against the strong hand that held him pinned against the side of their apartment, masked by the darkening sky from onlooking windows, he couldn’t just keep himself silent.
He meant his words, to a degree. While his wallet didn’t have much, there was some cash they could take if they wanted it. He had a credit card that he could cancel, but they could take that too,hell if they wanted to take his phone he’d let them have it…. As long as he got what he wanted back. It was his bag he wanted back. While in some sense he was lying, the laptop inside the bag swinging dangerously in his assailants hand was worth money if they pawned it, probably only about two hundred at the most after it’s age was taken into consideration… But as much as Armin couldn’t afford to replace it, it was the 30 page thesis paper that was saved in it’s hard-drive that he wanted. It was the culmination of his entire time at Harpwood, and his ticket to a scholarship to their Masters Program, a program he’d never be able to afford on his own.
He was ignored, of course he was. He was always ignored. His intelligence was on par with the geniuses of his field and yet he couldn’t talk his way out of being mugged. He couldn’t help but always wonder if he had a target painted to his back that somehow he couldn’t see.
“Take my phone, my money, just give me back the ba—” He tried again, but it was a shot to the mouth that silenced him that time. With a grunt he ran his tongue along his split lip, tasting the sharp tang of metallic as it began to fill his mouth. Shit, he had a feeling his aggressors were the sort of empty headed punks who got just as much out of the attack as much as they did the loot they got from it. Refusing to back down he spat out the blood that had gathered at the foot of his attacker and narrowed his eyes, once more trying to wrench himself free of the heavy hand pressing him to brick. Though as the fist raised a second time to silence him before he could even start, his peripheral vision caught sight of something that made relief flood through him like an ocean wave crashing to shore.
He couldn’t speak, his lip was swelling to fast and he was already bracing himself for the second hit coming his way but blue eyes locked to brown and it was all he needed. A silent plea for help that had been shared between them for nearly his entire life… And in moments, she was moving towards them like a lioness who’d seen her cub attacked.
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