Maybe he thought I went to the corner store. [He relaxes then against Eren, nestling down.] He was clearly drunk when he asked, so I'm going to blame it on the alcohol.
[ He shakes his head, hands reaching down under Armin's bottom to hoist him up a little closer before draping across his back again, cheek against his head. ]
How much you wanna bet they'll badger you for being gone this morning, too?
If there's one thing that I can be thankful for in this place it's that I think this is the most of you I've seen in months, considering how insane everything is back home.
[As much as he doesn't want to say it, he wants to be able to talk about it with someone, since the person who was involved with him doesn't want to hear it.]
...You and Christa were being sought after so you had to go into hiding. The Commander ordered Jean and I to dress up as you and Christa respectively and deliberately end up kidnapped. He had me dress up as Christa because of how tall I am and how I look...it's embarrassing and being tied to that chair was even more so.
[If not utterly disgusting. The thought of that man's hands still makes him cringe inwardly.]
That's how I arrived here too - in a skirt and wig of all things.
[ ... that's unexpected. He's used to Jean being unfortunately chosen to pose as him but Armin? As Christa? He lifts his head and looks at him, nose scrunched up, like he can't quite see how that was even pulled off. ]
This unsettling man named Sephiroth. He's apparently an angel. Marco found me shortly after but I ran away from him...he thought I was Christa at first. Jean did too when we went back to their apartment.
They're supposed to be messengers of God. They're people with feathered wings sprouting from their backs. At least that's how they're depicted in stories and art.
Those things aren't real. Are you sure you didn't just hit your head?
[ C'mon, Mr. Heretic. ]
You've got a lot of differences to you... actually, when I think about it, I think your hips might even be curvier than hers, too. So even your silhouette is different than Christa's.
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Fuck, you, too? Did you tell him we fucked so he shut up about it finally?
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[There's a little sigh as he moves to smooth Eren's bangs away from his forehead.]
He asked me if you were the one I slept with and I told him yes. I'd have thought it obvious, but I guess he felt the need to ask anyway.
[Armin deliberately leaves out the part about Jean offering to help. The last thing he needs is Eren upset again.]
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[ He tips his head up to look at Armin. ]
Where'd he think you went that night with a pair of pajamas and a bottle of lubricant? What an idiot.
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[ He shakes his head, hands reaching down under Armin's bottom to hoist him up a little closer before draping across his back again, cheek against his head. ]
How much you wanna bet they'll badger you for being gone this morning, too?
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[Eren pulls him closer and Armin can't help but snuggle more comfortably in his lap.]
I don't need a reason to see you.
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...You and Christa were being sought after so you had to go into hiding. The Commander ordered Jean and I to dress up as you and Christa respectively and deliberately end up kidnapped. He had me dress up as Christa because of how tall I am and how I look...it's embarrassing and being tied to that chair was even more so.
[If not utterly disgusting. The thought of that man's hands still makes him cringe inwardly.]
That's how I arrived here too - in a skirt and wig of all things.
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And who found you?
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This unsettling man named Sephiroth. He's apparently an angel. Marco found me shortly after but I ran away from him...he thought I was Christa at first. Jean did too when we went back to their apartment.
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[ He gives Armin an incredulous look. He isn't sure he's heard of an angel before. ]
How can't they tell the difference? Your noses alone...
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[There's a little sigh then.]
Well, I'm glad someone can.
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[ C'mon, Mr. Heretic. ]
You've got a lot of differences to you... actually, when I think about it, I think your hips might even be curvier than hers, too. So even your silhouette is different than Christa's.
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[What? Anything is possible here, Eren! As for his hips he glances down at himself, still nestled in Eren's lap.]
...Are they really that curvy?
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