A+ parenting | Mikasa + Armin
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After some snooping around, Mikasa had finally found out Armin's apartment number and decided to ask him for help regarding the baby-for-a-week situation. He was a lot better at taking care of people than she was, even if these babies weren't people strictly speaking. Somehow she'd managed to lull her miniature self into a nap before leaving for Armin's place. The robot felt heavy in her arms as she shifted to one side, knocking on his door.
❝Armin? Are you in?❞ I need your help... again.














