"You can go do what you need to do, and iâll meet you at dinner." Armin answered with a slight shrug of a shoulder, pushing the cabin door open and grinning at the girl once more. "Ten minutes?"Â
Honestly, it wasnât as though heâd never eaten at the same table as Mina before, but it was nice to know that he had other people to talk to other than Eren and Mikasa. He adored his childhood friends, yes, but it sometimes seemed as though they were off in their little world that he sometimes felt a bit excluded from. Mina was a really nice person, and her company was definitely worth the risk of being pulled into some harebrained scheme.Â
"Ehh," Mina pretended to consider, a slim index finger tapping at her chin before returning the grin to her friend. They were friends, right? In a sense of the word, maybe. "Ten sounds good. See you in a few minutes!"
With that, she was off, ambling towards her own cabin. There were ten minutes before she was to meet up with Armin at dinner, and she deemed it appropriate to use her time and attempt to nap. Not the best of plans with the time frame she had, granted, but it was better than going to dinner ten minutes early and sit around aimlessly until someone she knew showed up.
Honestly, he knew these buckles were going to save his life out in the field, but for training, they were a hazard, and a painful challenge for his grazed fingers. One by one, Armin undid the leather straps sighing in relief as the tight bands across his legs and thighs finally gave way to allow less restricted movement. Ruefully, he rubbed his legs, bracing one against the end of his bed to do so, and then the other. Then, once he was sure he'd retained the feeling in his limbs, Armin began to strip out of his uniform, and he pulled on his much softer, secondary clothing instead. Luckily for him he hadn't grown much since the happenings of Shiganshina, and the clothes he wore hadn't yet been outgrown.Â
With ten minutes up, (or what he thought to be ten minutes anyway, because there was no clock in this room ever since Connie had broken it with his pillow that one time) he pulled his shoes on (after having briefly considered going to dinner barefoot, but frankly that was a horrible idea and he just knew that the one night he didn't wear shoes would be the one night somebody dropped a knife on his foot or something) and trotted outside.Â











