#floren

Eren was standing at the self checkout at a nearby 24-hour convenience store. He had plopped his backpack down in the section where the plastic bags were and began scanning the items slowly one by one, then tossing them into his bag, when he hears his phone chime from his pocket. Eren paused scanning, with a bag of marshmallows in one hand, retrieving his cell with the other. He looked down at the screen to see who was calling, thinking it was Armin or Mikasa calling to remind him to get something, but it was neither of the two friends. The picture on his screen was a shirtless guy making a funny face with the words “FUCKMEFORSTEVER.” He chuckled to himself before picking up and tossing the bag of unscanned marshmallows into his bag. There was a bit of a pause before Floch began to speak.

“Hey.” He optioned for one word, sighing into the phone and listening to the sounds in the background, trying to assess where Eren might be.

“Hey yourself.” Eren answered. “You calling for something in particular Forster, or did you just wanna hear my voice?” He practically purred and narrowed his eyes when he heard the faintest of gasps from the other side of the line.

“I want to see you. What are you doing right now?” Floch tried to keep his voice even, but Eren could detect the desperation in his tone and wanted to mess with him some.

“Tell you what, I'll give you something to look at and call you back in a bit.” Without giving Floch a chance to inquire or respond, Eren abruptly hung up on him. Flipping through his phone, he unlocked the secure folder and skimmed for something just scandalizing enough to toy with the redhead. With practiced ease, Eren removed his chosen picture from the secure folder in a few taps, favorited it so he could locate it relatively quickly, and then opened his texts app to send the image over to Floch. He immediately turned his phone on do not disturb mode, and slipped it back into the pocket of his pajama shorts. It weighed the shorts down slightly, exposing the elastic band of his underwear and a sliver of skin between where his shirt ended and briefs began. It was nearing 9pm and no one else who mattered was around, so he didn't bother with adjusting.

He just stood there for a moment, smirking to himself at the thought of exactly what he just did, and what he was meant to be doing. This was meant to be a snack run before sleep over movie night with his friends, but suddenly Eren had more exciting plans, and he bargained he could manage to do both if he played his cards right. He finished scanning all the junk he had picked up, placing the last item into his bag, paying and taking his receipt. He tossed his wallet down into the backpack along with the loose assortment of snacks he purchased and zipped the bag up, slinging one strap at a time and headed for the exit.

“Did you scan everything?” An older blond man asked. He was quietly leaning against a Coke machine, smoking in the dimly lit corner.

“Jesus, Hannes, you scared me! Fuck!” Eren said clasping the receipt to his chest and turning into the direction of where the voice was coming from.

“Where are you headed? It's kind of late, isn't it?” Hannes questioned.

“Movie night with Mika and Min. I overslept and ran out the door as soon as I woke up from my nap to snag some things. They are waiting for me.” Eren swung a leg over and balanced himself on one leg. He kicked back the kick stand and shifted his weight from one side to the other, waiting for Hannes to speak again.

“Hm, be good, kid.” He said with a chuckle, taking another puff from the dwindling cigarette.

“Oh, you know I won't.” Eren let out a bark of a laugh as he got his footing on the pedals and started biking in the opposite direction of where he lived.