shorty's gey rps

Armin nodded and listened, though the man didn’t really give much out, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t even telling the truth. However, Armin went with it and nodded along. “Interesting,” he mumbled, “Do you have a title the public calls you?” Armin leaned forwards slightly, seeming enraptured by the other’s story. 

Erwin was bad at taking advice. Hanji, however, was persistent. 

After a few twenty or so quick-fired text messages, complete with friendly accusations and nagging about how “You never go out and get any, Erwin!” and “Use your pretty boy charm while your still young, before your face looks like your boring old man personality!”, Erwin found himself alone and confused in probably the most homosexual venue of the country. Or at least he thought. 

Perhaps, of course, Hanji’s accusations had caused Erwin to react irrationally. Hanji was good at pushing Erwin, and while Erwin was normally ridged and stubborn to his own thoughts, he valued Hanji’s opinions and knew she was looking out for him. 

That fact did not explain, however, why her address for “going out to get a few drinks” had lead him here. 

Alone, uncomfortable, and a slight migraine pounding at head from the music and the crowd of bodies that all seemed to envelop him at once, Erwin found himself hovering over to the bar, and fired two exasperated text messages at Hanji before ordering a drink. Erwin glanced back, scanning the patrons for her, but to no avail. 

Twenty minutes Erwin waited, the cool whiskey taking off some of the edge of the situation. It wasn’t until a perky voice rose above the crowd that Erwin finally found her; she was waving excitedly, gaining his attention to the other side of the bar. Erwin approached her, relived to find a familiar face. 

Erwin paused as he reached her, listening to her speak while eyeing the stranger accompanying her. While he couldn’t see most of his face, as he was turned towards the bar, he could trace the outline of irritation etched into his features. Black bangs draped over his frame, eyes cast down at his drink in quiet focus. Conventionally, he wasn’t handsome, but there was a certain charm to the droop of his eyes and the thin frame of his face. Pale skin with dark hair, he seemed wispy, almost as though he’d disappear in an instant if Erwin blinked. 

Erwin glanced back towards Hanji, but careful to keep an eye at the black haired man, as if looking away would somehow allow him to slink away. 

"I can say the same for you." He said, a smile creeping up his lips. "I could have sworn you said to come at eight. It’s almost eight thirty." Erwin was careful to keep the pleasantness in his tone, despite his irritation on her tardiness. He had too many questions to ask her, and it was best not to scare her off when she had only just arrived. 

Levi pulled away from his glass of whiskey and Kahlua when he was addressed by the lady-catnip named Erwin. It was almost hard to look at the guy. He had the type of face that Levi loved but was hardly ever queer. It would had gotten Levi anywhere to fall for a straight man. But eventually he set the glass down and turned to the man to offer his hand.

Armin nearly laughed at how terrible of a liar he was despite being a half decent thief. Most wouldn’t have gotten this far. At least, those stupid enough to try. “It’s alright, I won’t turn you in,” he reassured and scooted the mirror out from in front of him. 

"And it’s really silly to lie when you’re literally clutching a bag of gold and silver while hiding," he chuckled lightly. Armin perched himself up on his dresser next to him and smiled down at the other on the floor. "I’m more curious than upset, really," he started, "Have you any family? What made you decide to rob the palace? Do you steal often or is this just a very good first time?"

He lightly rested his arms on his lap with a gentle smile. Armin wasn’t completely forgiving of the other’s stealing, but he thought it better to steal from him than less fortunate families. Maybe the man knew someone who was sick? Maybe he was just being selfish. Either way, Armin sought to learn more than he did to punish. 

But then she started asking questions rapid fire, and kind of personal ones too. Jean was still kind of skeptical, however decided to answer her questions. But he did on his own terms. Captive audience or not, he wouldn't say anything that would endanger Jaeger (even if he hated the guy).

Armin was hardly cautious, considering the state of the castle. He looked around the other side of his bed and paced around the floor, surveying the warm, sunbathed floor. There were no mice or rats that he could see. He wasn’t sure where he was looking, or what he was looking for. After a bit he shrugged and stepped over to his mirror and looked at his reflection. 

Armin looked up as he heard the pounding of footsteps in the room above him. He sighed, and in a voice slightly deeper than what you might expect from a girl, spoke to himself, “Geez, they sound like they’re tearing the castle apart over a couple of crowns.”

Slowly he stepped over to the dresser next to the mirror and grabbed something to tie his hair up. He picked up a small ribbon and held it in his mouth as he started to gather his hair. However, it fell out of his mouth as it dropped in surprise when he made eye contact with an intruder hiding behind his mirror.

Armin froze completely still as if frozen in time. He couldn’t even be sure if he was breathing. Then he heard a knock at the door that made him jump and clutch his chest over his heart. He thoughtfully glanced at the man before calling towards the door, “Don’t come in, I’m not decent. What is it?”

"Your highness," they started, "We think they have both gotten away, we’re sad to say… We’re sending out troops out of the castle in search of them."

"A-ah, ok," he replied, "Thank you for telling me."

His ears perked at the other person's voice. It wasn't quite what he expected when he saw her face, but it was melodic had a hint of a well-breed accent. More things flashed though Jean's head. This girl couldn't be nobility, right?

But before he could dwell on his epiphanies, his hazel eyes met with clear blues. The girl was like ice, frozen in place. Before Jean could even think about how screwed he was, loud knocking fell on the door. They both jumped, and the girl's gaze lingered on him before she turned to shout an excuse at the door.

The girl listened as the guard spoke waited until he had presumably left, to dash to the french doors that led to the balcony that Jean had enter from. Once it was closed and latched, she turned and gave a smile that make Jean feel like the cornered animal he felt like pressed up against a dresser and hiding behind a mirror.

Princess Armin was having a peaceful day in the library, as per usual. He had read at least two books that morning and was working on his third when a guard rushed in telling him there were thieves in the castle. Armin gave him a nod and took his book as he was lead to his room where he would be better guarded.  Guards were running and yelling, in search of the two. Armin huffed, “Honestly, so much fuss over a couple of jewels.” He would never understand people’s gold lust. It seemed so petty in his eyes. Books were the real treasures: they could be shared and made each reader stronger with out shortening the span of the knowledge. 

He ended up mentally rambling his entire way to his room. The guard merely glanced at the room, not really giving it much though before letting Armin in and guarding it from the outside. “Let me know if there’s trouble,” the guard told him, “Those jewels are priceless!”

When the door closed, Armin rolled his eyes and held up his book, “Priceless, indeed,” he huffed. 

He sat on his bed and started reading his book, not even noticing the man behind his mirror. Armin was too enraptured by his book. His soft blonde hair framed his round and delicate face. Technically he was the prince, but many had taken to calling him the princess and his tailors made him effeminate clothes to compliment it instead of fighting his small frame to look more manly. Armin, for lack of a better phrase, couldn’t give less of a shit. All he wanted was to strengthen his mind, so that he may be as good of a ruler as his father.

It felt like it took forever for Jean to even attempt to see who else he happened to be sharing that room with. He peeked around the mirror’s frame and saw what looked to be a girl reading a book on the bed. Huh. A girl. Well if he had to take refuge inside the castle, a girl’s room was better than say, a guard tower. This would be a great place to lay low and once night fell, home free.

But perhaps Jean was getting ahead of himself. Now was no time to let his guard down, but then his legs were cramping. It couldn’t hurt to stretch them. Just a little. After all the girl seemed thoroughly enraptured by her reading. She wouldn’t notice him.

Carefully, Jean stretched one leg out from behind the glass, his eyes ever fixed on the bed. Once the full length of his leg was straight, he sighed happily. That wasn’t so bad and the girl on the bed hadn’t even looked up just as Jean thought. So of course the next thing he did was accidentally disturb his satchel, causing the contents to jingle just slightly. But it was loud enough that it spooked Jean causing him to whip his leg back behind the mirror.