confused

marks

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ymir squinted her eyes and squeezed through the crowd searching for your face throughout the sea of people, with a pounding headache from the disgusting beers she got offered, the place felt hot and sticky especially when she'd bump into randoms which was worse.

maybe she should go back and look for historia...

she felt like nothing could get worse than this–

"fuck! watch where you're going!" a frustrated voice whined.

other than getting the air knocked out of your lungs.

ymir wheezed and her head shot up to see who she bumped into and her eyes trailed over to the red splotch on mikasas outfit

"shit... sorry, didn't mean to mika! 'm looking for y/n. have you seen her?" yelling over the deafening blasting music

"umm, i think so. earlier... with some blonde girl dragging her out the door." she nodded as her chest ached and tightened at the memory from before. ymir eyed her as mikasa unintentionally clutched her drink tighter

ymir grinned and nodded, fishing out a handkerchief from her pocket and giving it to mikasa before resuming her search

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no bc am i imagining things or am i more boring and less energized w the text messages for this story

i like how i wrote the messages b4 idk why it seems different

this book fell off