𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃, 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓 & 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑.
❝ 𝗜𝗠 𝗧𝗥𝗬𝗡𝗔 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘-𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗘, "𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗘❞
IN WHICH ANGEL FINDS HERSELF INTERESTED IN EREN AND HIS FRIEND, ARMIN. ITS ALL LUST, NO LOVE BUT WIT...
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four, in for it.
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"we can smoke?" you suggested and they nod, "i'm down" eren says, finishing off his sandwich. he wore a black shirt with some jordan basketball shorts, his hair was down and it looked so good.
"me too." armin agrees, done with half of his sandwich. "angel, what are you gonna eat?" eren ask you, washing off his plate.
"i usually don't eat until dinner." you shake your head and he shakes his head back, reaching over you and getting a bowl out of the cabinet. he made you some cinnamon toast crunch, a pretty decent serving.
he grabbed your hand and told you to sit in the chair. "i'm not hungry." you look at him and he just stares at you blankly "i didn't think it would come to this... but say ahhh" he holds the spoon up to your mouth.
"i'm not a child." you laugh at him and he takes the opportunity to stick the spoon softly in your mouth. "i know, but you have to eat" he watches you chew your food with soft eyes.
you eat like four bites before giving it up. you weren't really a breakfast person, you ate one big meal a day or maybe two with a few snacks. you adjusted your body to this eating habit unintentionally so you just stuck with it.
"okay, let's smoke now." eren finishes off your cereal, rinsing out the bowl. he walks inside his room and comes out with a rolling tray, and a jar. "damn, i ain't know you smoked." you comment and sit on the couch.
