#dispensxta

“Now who is this I wonder?”

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She frowned at Ilse’s stuttering. What did she feel? How could one feel that someone was not wearing pants? Unless if they got one of their body parts touching the other’s. The thought succeeded to have Ymir feeling embarrassed than ever. Her heart was pounding furiously. It couldn’t be real to have Ilse realizing the awkward fact!

For a brief second, Ymir had realized that she wasn’t irritated anymore, she was feeling more like…hot. Her cheeks were burning as tints of pink painted them. She couldn’t just sit there and do nothing about the situation and so she turned slightly, just so she could notify Ilse that she was speaking to her. (Though nobody else was in the room)

“W-What are you trying to say?” The brunette stuttered, unable to keep herself from being so timid-sounding, “Be honest.”

Ilse noticed how Ymir started to blush and she thought that the taller woman was catching up to her thoughts. She started to blush even deeper when the hasty, nervous questions were thrown at her, plus the demand that she should exclude all deceit and be honest with her answer. 

Ilse tried to think of an appropriate way to say her reason, but everything seemed to have this overall sexual implication to it that she started to feel hopeless about not being as straightforward as she planned to be. 

Finally, Ilse gave up with a sigh and with a nervous stutter, she spoke in a soft, apprehensive tone. “I ran my hand up your leg... Maybe even got as far as your thigh.” She said, all while avoiding the gaze of Ymir lest it turn dark because of what she confessed. 

It was the day trainees from the new batch would come to join the Scouting Legion. Although numbers of new cadets were few every year, probably more than a handful in an estimate, it was always good to have additional manpower to support the Legion’s cause. 

Ilse was outside the gates of the barracks with other Scouting Legion soldiers to see who joined. There were stories that told that most of the top ten trainees decided to stay and join the Scouting Legion. Whether that rumor was true or not, it still managed to garner the freckled girl’s attention and interest. She was always excited to see new faces even though she did not admit so. Besides, her timid nature would contradict her excitement for everyone anyway. 

The new cadets walked into the barracks, a lot more than Ilse had expected. There was a good mix of males and females this time, not having one gender overtake the other. Ilse looked at at many faces and tried to take in as many as possible just in case she would come across them again. 

After the short entrance of cadets, the crowd dispersed. Others joined friends to walk around and greet the cadets while others went back to their quarters. Ilse on the other hand, stayed where she was. She was thinking about approaching a random trainee, but at the same time was conflicted with the thought of going back to her quarters. 

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“ – alright then, i guess i’ll trust you on this. “

tilting her head aside in confusion, she frowned - most likely because of the sudden tone and manner of the german boy- . she quickly wiped the rudeexpression off and put on a neat, welcoming one, to make the atmosphere better.

“ now, don’t give me that face. you don’t have to be so frustrated ‘bout that. “

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"ahh.. it´s fine.. I often meet up people who seem to know me.. and well I can´t say that to them." -the boy smirked and looked arround before he tapped his forehead- "I was looking for something.. but can´t seem to get it.."