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Hopefully Armin would be able to help him track it down, he did like cats after all. Not that he didn’t personally like cats, just not this one who liked to steal his things! Not that he had much of anything, but still!

“Armin!” Jean called out to the smaller blonde, once finally finding him standing near the window. “Hey Armin do you have a minute, or maybe a bit longer? I need help in finding this damn ca-” 

The words instantly died on his lips as Armin turned around to face him, holding that damn smug cat in his arms. Why was he petting him?!?

“YOU!” 

         ❝                                 ❞       the silence   SUCKS   .   maybe it’s just the ungrateful side to him   ,   but whatever version of     PEACE     that’s came his way seems     IRRELEVANT   ,    redundant .  not that jean had wanted    WAR    (  god , no , please no , give him back his childhood , please  )  -  but jean’s   OLDER   now to know these few quiet moments they have  . . .  it’s so fucking   TEMPORARY  .  and he’s so fucking tired ; he wants it to be   DONE AND OVER WITH   (  so give him a sword , a target , anything - let’s finish this  )  . . .    but until then                          sharp eyes narrow to take a peek at the blonde besides him , and jean tries playing cool , wonders if he looks as   TIRED   as he actually feels  .    WORN  .     ❝      you’re not still thinkin’ about it  ,  are you  ?  why you’re chosen over the commender , or whatever .    ❞     / &. @kctzer !

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A split second after Armin takes off, Eld digs his heels in hard to his mount’s side. With a loud snort, the horse springs forward into a fast gallop, clods of dry dirt catapulted skywards by powerful hooves raining down in their wake. 

He makes sure not to go too fast though. He wants to hang back. Give the kid some space. The way he rode, the immediacy of his response; Arlert obviously had the makings of a good soldier. That needed to be nurtured, and there was nothing like some over-anxious veteran breathing down your neck to kill your confidence in the field. 

Still...

His head stays relatively still, but Eld’s amber eyes dart back and forth, scanning the horizon in a practised arc. Signal flares meant Titans, which was an unpleasant enough thought as it was, never mind having a rookie (albeit a good one) as your partner... And those dark clouds were swirling ever closer too. 

Please God, don’t let it rain... he pleads silently.

He leans forward in his saddle, and bellows at Armin.

levi tapped the papers down on his desk as the door creaked and someone entered. his eyes roamed the blonde slowly, taking in what he was wearing. how suited for this job he would be, it was a nice enough dress shirt he was wearing- and his shoes were sharp and clean. feeling satisfied, levi leaned back into his chair, rolling his shoulders and clearing his throat.

“come take a seat, mr arlert.”

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concern had driven him to seek out the small blond. with nothing to compare being forced to devour a comrade no matter what they’d done to. he couldn’t imagine what Armin was going through. soon, however, the taller of the two found himself laid out next to the other in the small bed, staring at the other. it was clear that he was struggling with everything. murdering a woman. sacrificing himself to save his friends. slowly dying before suddenly being forced to take a form not his own. Jean found himself hoping that Armin barely remembered any of it. 

that had yet to stop him from prattling on with silly things in an attempt to take the other’s mind off it. the scene would likely be strange to any who witnessed such a thing. a laugh sounds from him.