#humanitysmostcurious

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a secret my muse has been keeping from yours

Petra scowled at the white pants as she ran them under the water. No matter how much she scrubbed and scrubbed, the scent wasn't coming out. Or maybe it was, and the smell just sat in her nostrils. She wasn't sure anymore. Petra was never afraid to ask for help... except when it came to accidents like this. There was no way in hell she was going to ask for help in cleaning it. Asking for tips to wash piss out of white pants was not going to happen.

 Damn Auruo and his big mouth, damn it all. 

They knew anyway -- everyone knew. Someone called Auruo out on it, and he needed to include the fact that she too, pissed her pants on her first expedition. If there was one thing she could forget, one thing to erase from everyone's memory and never have to relive, it would be this. 

Why some thought it was funny to point out that she was so scared she pissed herself didn't quite make sense. Petra could be in the stomach of some Titan right now, boiling. Instead she had to ride back to headquarters in soiled clothing. Really, she should be thankful she made it out alive, but it was hard while riding with the overwhelming smell 

He sat down upon the mattress unceremoniously, the hideous thing squeaking in protest beneath him. Although the room is a great step up, the bed leaves something to be desired: its mattress far too firm, and the bedding almost entirely wool. He drew the blankets over his body, and tossed a few times upon the mattress... seeming to find some comfort lying upon his side. Try as he might, sleep isn't going to come easy. 

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It had been a very, very long time, it felt, since Eren had last seen Hanji. After testing, after the skin was nearly torn from his arm, he had been laying in his cell, contemplating breaking out of it, or telling Hanji that this had been too much. They hadn't crossed any lines, sure, but it fucking hurt, and Eren's arm was still tingling with the pain from earlier, though the skin that had grown back was light pink in color by now. Sitting up, he noted a figure moving in the dark, and reached under his bed to pull out a shard of the cell that he had sharpened into a sort of dagger.

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