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Once Eren let's go of my hand, I cautiously walk back to my seat. There I find my plate, though it's not how I left it, in that the food on it has disappeared. I look over and notice that the brown-haired girl had added my meal onto her mountain.
"I'm sorry if I'm mistaken, but is that my food?"
"Is what your food?"
"That, on your plate. Is it my food?"
"What's food?"
It's definitely mine.
"Sasha! You took hers too?!"
"What? No. Who's? What? Fine, I did! But in my defense, she left it sitting out in the open! Who just leaves perfectly good food out and expects it to be there when they get back? Not me, that's for sure-"
"Sasha!"
"What?!"
"I'm so sorry about that miss uh..."
"Y/n."
"Ah, miss y/n. I'm Connie, and this here is Sasha.
"Nimh to mhht youfm."
"Sasha! Swallow your food before you talk."
"I honestly don't mind but, could I just have my food back?"
"..."
"Sasha! Give it back!"
"No! They left it out. Finders' keepers!"
"Sasha!?"
"What?!"
"Give it back right now-"
"You can have mine."
That's a new voice. I've never heard this voice before. I turn to the source to find a man offering out a plate of his food.
"Oh, thank you! Are you sure?!"
"Of course. I don't mind if it's for you."
"Oh uh, thank you uh... I didn't quite catch your name."
"Jean's the name. It's a pleasure to be of your acquaintance, y/n."
"Oh, uh yea. The feeling's mutual."
"I've got to say, I really do love your hair."
"Uh, thanks, I guess. It's pretty average on the hair scale."
"No, no, it really suits you."
"Oh. I don't know about that. But uh, I guess so, thanks."
"No problem. No problem at all. We should talk again later."
"If you really want to-"
"No. She's busy later."
Eren always seems to join in my conversations, just as I'm finally managing to finish them.
"Oh yea? Doing what?"
"None of your business. Now leave."
"What'd you say to me?"
"What are you? Deaf? You know what I said, now shoo."
He waves his right hand off to Jean, causing Jean to let out a scoff.
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I've got to shit. Eren is suitably distracted. It makes it the perfect opportunity to sneak away and find a bathroom without causing a scene. I head for an opening and slip away into yet another unrecognizable large hallway.
I've got to poop, and bad. I start backing away slowly and speeding up, using the same strategy I did last night, though it didn't end in a preferable way.
They've probably caught on that I've left by now, so I've got to go fast, and turn random corners so that everyone doesn't find me as I'm doing my business. I'll take a tight right turn around this corner.
I've hit another body as I was turning. How many more people live in this goddamn house?
"Augh.."
A girl with pretty black hair rests in front of me.
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