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[velnar3]

[capitifaecem]

∂ιяgє | νєℓσcєм

             This was it. This time, they had really done it; a snapped broom head drifted listlessly through the air, making the very moment seem as though the very fabric of time was screeching to a halt. Pupils dilated, the terror of what they had just done gradually sinking in as he witnessed the events unfolding. 

                            -------------------"H o l y   s h i t." 

The words escaped his lips slowly, mind picturing the livid expressions of both parties he and his friend had just caused harm to. A hard-bounded book tossed itself off the shelf, agitated by the broom's momentum. Connie's grip on the headless broom loosened with the drop of his jaw, eyes focusing on the expression of his friend. The game of who would sweep the miniature office of the cabin versus who'd wash the baseboards had turned into a complete disaster, and the young man instantly knew who to blame.

           "Eren, dude, what the hell!?" Connie barked with an outstretched index finger, so distracted by the predicament that he had not even noticed what else had happened. "I knew I shouldn't have let ya sweep! Looka what y'did!"

                 --It wasn't Eren's fault. In fact, Connie was tasked with washing the baseboards, but he simply didn't want to. None of that mattered, though--there was no way Connie would fess up as the broom beheading culprit. 

   Another glance around his surroundings as Connie desperately tried to find sufficient evidence to prove his innocence, and he noticed what else the actions had caused; below the boys was a sprawled-open book, one with highly detailed and curious images. 

                        Some sorta picture book? 

                      Nah, no way--picture books weren't that... big.

                                                                       Were they?

        Mouth gaping, the young man's mind slowly reached a strange conclusion. The book before them had detailed parts of human anatomy, with confusing sentences he had no clue how to read. Bending down to pick up the abused tome, Connie had a very vague notion of what he was looking at. 

                            "Eren, holy shit. Look at this."

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           "...I smell Eren."

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   "..."

[sapiensangelus]

Text: [. . . . .] Text: [ur gonna delete this entire conversation armin arlert] Text: [all of it] Text: [christa's my best bro and i already know they're gonna frick someday but i just wanted to tell my bff her hair looked hella] Text: [i'm a good person homie] Text: [bro i can't facetime i can't give away my location what if she finds the roses]

[ Text ]: Already working on it. The last thing I need is you waking up at four am in a cold sweat, babbling on about Mikasa being a princess. I’ll spare you the — embarrassment. 

[ Text ]: Even though I shouldn’t. Lucky for you, I’ve never been one for payback.

[ Text ]: You mean they haven’t already? Not like I want to know, I really, really do not, but — Alright, sure. I’ll go with it.

[ Text ]: … … And even if I insist she isn’t here, you won’t believe me, will you?

[sapiensangelus]

Text: [they're completely different homie. if mika were like raven she'd be with a dope with a dumb sense of humor like that green guy] Text: [. . . . .] Text: [i told christa that her hair was pretty one day in front of her] Text: [i had no idea wedgies could feel like they were ripping ur asshole in two] Text: [i'll come home when she goes to the library or somethin. the roses need to be a surprise u feel me]

[ Text ]: … No comment? No comment.

[ Text ]: No comments over here.

[ Text ]: Oh, oh no, Christa is not a line you want to cross within a fifty mile radius of her. She’s absolutely lovely, but I don’t so much as blink in her general direction out of fear for my life.

[ Text ]: Eren. Eren, I’m at the window.

                      𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

[sapiensangelus]

Text: [let's go with study session and lunch just to be safe] Text: [i always figured it was because she was pretty tbh] Text: [idk bro warrior princess sounds pretty good to me] Text: [she's like that one lady from kill bill] Text: [with rosy cheeks and cherry lip gloss] Text: [ymir's hella hella but her biceps are bigger than my head] Text: [i mean a lot of the girls' are but s t i l l]

[ Text ]: Tomato, tohmato. Kill Bill, Teen Titans. It’s all a matter of perspective.

[ Text ]: I didn’t know fear until I made the mistake of correcting her grammar. 

[ Text ]: Bruises fade, the emotional damage is permanent. 

[ Text ]: Look, Eren, as entertaining as this is, I can see you waiting by the tree near our window. 

[ Text ]: I’ll put popcorn in the microwave, you come home whenever you’re comfortable.

[sapiensangelus]

Text: [i'll go for one week, but two is pushin it homie] Text: [a word of advice. if ur still shaky on ur jokes try practicing them in person before moving to texts u feel] Text: [idk everyone else always relates her to a princess so i just figured] Text: [bro he said he'd lie to ymir and say i thought her ass was flat. apparently it was a big enough emergency to threaten me]

[ Text ]: Guess and check, guess and check. I’ll never know where to improve if I never move beyond thinking about it.

[ Text ]: Then again, reflecting at my recent texts, you’re probably right. Next study session?

[ Text ]: Princess? They see princess? Mikasa’s — she’s pretty and all, but I already connected her to like — some sort of warrior. Raven, from Teen Titans! Along those lines.

[ Text ]: I said that.

[ Text ]: … She is — sort of a princess. Hm.

[ Text ]: … Ah, if Ymir’s involved, your fear is entirely justified. We’ve had more than one conversation, she’s a wonderful girl — but I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of her temper.