9. “Is that all your mouth is good for?”
Armin turned on his heel in a huff as he stepped into the room, yanking Eren through with a tug on his shirt and shutting the door before them. He’d barely managed to yank Eren out of the increasingly dangerous situation with Jean. He felt like all that Eren did was argue with the other male, and Armin didn’t actually find him that bad; yet and still, Eren and Jean were always at odds, ready to jump at each other and fight whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Once the door was shut, Armin moved again to face Eren, lips turned in a frown and eyebrows drawn together as he stared at the boy he called his best friend. “Eren,” he began with heavy exasperation, throwing his hands up in the air with a defeated noise. “I feel like all you do is yell! Or say stuff aggressively!” The blonde declared, dropping his hands and pulling on the front of his shirt in an expression of his rather rampant emotions.
"I mean.. just.. geez, is that all your mouth is good for, or something?" Armin asked in defeat, running a hand through his hair and mussing the blonde locks rather effectively. He didn’t mean to get frustrated with Eren, but sometimes he was just so… frustrating!