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Little Crab Cosplay

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   “The professor, I suppose.” Unfortunately, Armin doesn’t pick up on Jean’s otherwise obvious sarcasm. “But something tells me that wouldn’t sit well with the school, so I recommend you try studying.”

“Not somethin’ I wanna think about,” He says flatly. “I’ve been studying. Fer hours. Can’t we do somethin’ else?”

   “Mhm. It’s simple once you isolate the X. Just make sure you solve the equation in the right order.” He points to the problem in question. “This part here comes first because it’s in parentheses.”

“This shit is so pointless,” he grumbles, glancing up at the blonde. “Who do I gotta blow ta pass the class, man?” 

Marco sighed, shaking his head as he smiled. “Alright, alright. I give up, I’ll let you spoil me.” He held up his hands in surrender, shrugging slightly before he let them fall at his sides. “I know you aren’t, because it’d be a little far fetched if you did assume that he would.” 

He grunts holding open the door to the cafeteria. “Jus’ go take a seat, birthday boy.” It wouldn’t be hard to get the cook to give him a little something extra. Especially not for Marco. It takes him a few minutes before he returns to his friend, two heaping bowls of beef stew in his hands. “Compliments o’ the chef.” 

“Fourteen. The answer is fourteen.”

“Are you sure? That doesn’t look right to me...” To be fair, it all looked like another language to Jean. 

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“You know I’m still going to thank you anyway, right?” He said, a little chuckle ending his sentence. “Wait, Jean, you don’t have to do that…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll be fine with the usual.” God, even if they were best friends, he didn’t want Jean to go through the trouble of persuading the cook. 

“Give it up, man. I’m doin’ what I’m doin’ regardless of what you say.” It’s the very least he could do. Marco's always been there for him, surely one day of the blonde spoiling his friend just a little couldn’t hurt. “An’ I ain’t sayin’ he’ll go for it. ‘M jus’ sayin’ I’m gonna try.” 

“Oh? Well, I’ll take your word for it.” He watched Jean before nodded. “Well then I appreciate that a lot, Jean, I really do.”

“Don’t thank me, it’s what friends do.” Leaves and rubble crunch and snap beneath his feet as he heads to the mess hall, Marco at his heels. He doesn’t want to make a big deal out of this. They’re friends. Best friends. It’s only right. “I’m sure I can get the cook to grab ya a little somethin’ extra.”