essen | (no subject)

Idiot. No excuse. Idiot.

[ 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?

They can badger me all they like.

_{[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.

Of course you don't. We've always spent most of our time around each other. Thats how it should be.

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.

With everything that was happening... it's probably better you weren't with me.

I never did ask you...what's the last thing you remember before you arrived here Eren?

We were all hiding out in that cabin together, after... the incident with Reiner and Bertholdt.

...I remember that.

I had a feeling we knew the same things.

A few things have happened since then, Eren.

What's the last thing you remember?

It's...embarrassing.

If you don't wanna say, you don't have to... though I don't know what the hell would be happening during that time that would embarrass you.

_{[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. ]

And who found you?

_{[It was apparently pretty convincing.]}

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.

A what? An angel?

[ 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...

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.

_{[There's a little sigh then.]}

Well, I'm glad someone can.

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.

Sephiroth is very real, Eren. And creepy. He touched my face. I thought I was going to puke.

_{[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?

Did you punch him? I'll go fucking punch him!

[ He bites his cheek. Too loud. Ymir will come out and murder him in his sleep. Dam. ]

Not that curvy. She's just thinner than you. I think it's because she walks a lot with Ymir.

[ That's not better. ]

I ran away. He's someone even the Captain warned me about. He's not someone to mess with.

_{[There's a small sigh.]}

...It's not a bad thing, is it?

Captain Levi knows about this guy, too? Damn... there's dangerous things everywhere we go.

What? No. Just saying, you look different in plenty of ways.

We really can't catch a break, huh.

_{[It's then Armin decides to snatch up one of Eren's hands, tracing the lines in his palm absentmindedly with a finger.]}

If you say so...

[ Eren just lets him hold his hand as he likes, the other remaining behind his back. ]

We never have... never will.

[ He quirks a brow. ]

What'd be bad about it?

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