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Annie shut the door and glanced toward the box of movies.  ”Mm…I’ve seen most of the things in this box..  She flitted through the movies once more, picking out a select few of her favorites, and a few more she thought Ymir would like.  ”My all time favorite is The Notebook.”  She lifted the movie box to show that she had it.  ”But it’s your choice.”  

She peered over the edge of her mug and raised her eyebrows, recognizing the image on the cover right away. The movie was a classic -- part of her hadn't expected Annie to suggest it.

Annie had dug through her box of movies that she’d tucked away in her closet.  It was obvious that Annie hadn’t watched movies in a long time, considering the thin layer of debris that had gathered atop the cases.  She pulled out the entire box, not even willing to pick any despite having gone through he whole thing, and set it in front of the television.

"Hey Annie." Ymir peered past the door and whistled, finding herself not disappointed in the slightest by the state of her friend's room. Leave it to an Einhorn student to keep everything up to speed -- but she didn't mention that out loud, instead perking up at the offer of a hot drink and stepping into Annie's room.

As far as Armin knew he was aloud here during the daytime, and with the company being small in his dorm he had requested to visit this one. He looks it over for around 10 minutes, noting down the rooms of Ymir(he’d seen her in class) and Reiner (he was kinda too big not to miss and felt the building was pretty similar.

A footstep sounded at the kitchen's entrance and she whipped her head around, catching sight of the short blond from class. Even as he spoke up to catch her attention, she bit off some excuse for a greeting that was more aggressive than it should have been. "What?"

Mikasa looked over to the coach when she heard of his mistake. She felt like maybe she shouldn’t rely on him if he wasn’t dependable, “Hmm?”

"Eh." She shrugged, tousling her short ponytail with impatient and twitchy fingers. "I switch out sometimes." A distant shout from the field drew her attention and she glanced away, watching as the ball rebounded off of the goal's side pole with an echoing clang.

She glanced over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow, recognizing one of her more adept teammates. "Hey."

"I’ll make sure to pass on the message."  Annie mumbled in reply to Ymir’s ‘dying words’, smirking a bit at the brunette’s sense of humor.

She whistled softly in awe, looking one more time at the neatly stacked shelves and how they almost quailed at Annie's voice. "You wanna clean my desk off sometime, too?"

Annie had let out an out-of-character high pitched gasp, mainly due to the shock of having random items fall on top of her unexpectedly.  She had given herself mental kudos.  Who could have predicted a horde of lacrosse sticks would pop out of the closet, out of any other sport prop?  Not many.  

Ymir had seemingly disappeared, until her hand poked weakly out of the collapsed equipment. "Tell Christa... to turn my essay in for me..."

Though Annie would never had admitted it out to the world, it felt nice when her lackluster humor didn’t fall on deaf ears or taken as sarcasm.  Annie could be funny, when she wanted to.  

Her lips twisted into a grimace and she teetered back on her heels, as if about to flee the scene. "When you put it that way, I feel even worse about it." Organisms? Dead skin? The brunette shivered, at the prospect of wading through more dust than she ever wanted to. Maybe the team could function well enough without cones - a few water drums from the edge of the field could surely substitute.