Eren looked just as Armin ran away, perhaps he opened the wrong door? He saw shock on his face, though it was blurred between the lipstick and his quick movement. Why would he be shocked by their tight embrace? Everyone knew now, everyone knew they were together.
Kenny played with his hipster manbun, with a smirk he said, "Huh. There your little friend goes."
Eren smiled, looked to the now closed door. They relished in their return to privacy. "Yeah. Wonder what that was about."
A moment.
"I don't think he likes me." Kenny said.
Eren braided Kenny's arm hair, so coarse and shiny from grease, "What makes you think that?" He hummed.
"Just get the feeling."
Eren straddled him, and with his face up in Kenny's, voice low and raspy yet clear as day, "Well, I just get the feeling I want to grab your volleyballs."
"Oh?" Kenny giggled, pulled him closer by the hips, "Tehehe......"
"What happened after that?" Mikasa asked Eren, leaning in very close, so close their noses were touching, lips hovering. Those in the cafe may had suspected they were a lovely couple, yet Eren was gay as dessert. Eren immediately shrunk back from his lady friend.
"Well, we, y'know," He made a hand gesture, a rotation of his wrist, he certainly did some rotations last night, still felt them in his hips, "Had sex."
Though Eren shrunk back, Mikasa pushed forward, "Yes, but how?"
"What?"
"Like," Her eyelashes were blinking into his, it tickled, "Can you tell me in detail?"
"Why would I do that?"
"Because I like hearing about gay guys getting it on." She swirled her tea around, making a whirlpool of her own. "I like boy love." Armin blinked from his side of the table, he had been watching, it was impossible to ignore his gaze, burning, burning into Eren.
"Mikasa, you are insane. Although I will say he's hairy all over... like colonizing, but instead of people's land, I colonized his pubes!" Eren bit his lip to suppress a moan at the thought of colonization and Kenny's long locks of pubes. So, so luscious, he wished he snipped a few off to keep for love's sake. Did he say that out loud?
"WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?!" Armin screamed, slamming his mug into the table. It chipped, slightly, just as his heart did upon hearing that. He braced his teeth, gums and all, a man of fury.
"Tatekae....?" Eren whispered, shocked by the outburst.
"Maybe you'd like a nice and clean man who actually shaves, Eren! Maybe you'd like a man who can actually wash himself!" He screamed, slamming his fists into the table. Wow, his arms were shiny, Eren thought, did he apply arm masks to them? Maybe he could rub some arm masks on Kenny, ooh, yeah, mhm, Tatekaeeeeee...
He sighed lustfully at the thought of his lover, "Well, I like my men dirty, flirty, and well over thirty." Dirty and flirty and over thirty, indeed.
Mikasa sighed lustfully at the thought of male lovers, "I like my men kissing."
"Mikasa, stop being a yaoi maniac." Eren barked, frustrated his friend was so obsessed with men kissing and holding hands and touching each other and humping like it's 1999. He was so frustrated, he did not notice Armin stand, Armin frown.
Mikasa did. "Armin, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I need to get a drink." He said gravelly.
"Okay..." Eren said, wondering why he was always in need of a drink, and always said it with such angst. Why was that?
"Are you going to a gay bar?" Mikasa blurted, desperation in her voice, so raw, "Can I come?" She repeated this request, to make sure it went through Armin's ears. She needed into that gay bar. Pronto.
Eren slapped her wrist. "Mikasa.......... stop acting like the average straight cis woman Attack On Titan watcher."
Armin sat far from the crowd in the old charming tavern. Sat far from the light, much like he had been lately in his own life. No longer was he a source of joy, no longer did he smile and giggle upon his friends, no longer was he the beloved Armin. He cussed. He drank. Excessively, in large amount. Downing beer after beer after beer, and with each stammered request for another, the bartender raised his brow, and filled his cup. Lady giving you lady troubles? He nodded, said it was something like that.
It was Eren. Giving him Eren troubles. He got so many boners from that man, but he gave him a boner in the head, too. It wasn't one of satisfaction, it was one of frustration, one of anger, one of sadness. How had he not realized he was in love with him, how, exactly, had he not realized he was the one for him, his childhood best friend, the one who always had his back? He took another swig. No taste came to his tongue. Everything blurred.
"How'd that whole bad bitch thing work out for you?" Marco asked from the stool next to him, smiling, always smiling.
"Fuck off." Armin slurred.
"I'm just gonna tell myself you said that because you're drunk." Marco slid closer to him, the legs of the stool screeching against the floor. "Eren?"
Armin nodded. "Yep." Took another mouthful.
"Why don't you just forget him? Find someone else?"
"No one is like Eren. He can't just be forgotten like anybody else. He is special, because he was born into this world."
"So was I. And everyone else." Marco snickered, "Look, I know Eren's your moon and stars and all that, but I think that it'd do you good if you move on. You're cursing, you're singing, pushing children, screaming. You need to find another way. Kenny is with Eren. That's how it is."
That's how it is? Fuck how it is, Armin needed Eren. Eren needed Armin.
Armin laughed, laughed like a little Chucky psycho. "Funny you think Kenny and Eren are meant to be, that their relationship is just 'how it is'. The only reason Kenny's got his dick in Eren's mouth and it's not mine is because Kenny is a whore bitch. The good guys are always pushed aside." He leaned into Marco, let him smell his yeasty breath, looked him in the eye, looked him hard, "But mark my words, Kenny's going down. That son of a bitch is going down."
And Armin would be the one pushing his balding head into the dirt.
