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Being the competent commander he was, Erwin luckily got a memo out to your squad: instructions and details about handing over Eren and Historia as if they were delinquents. MP's were to overrun the place in a few minutes as everybody made the place look like a pigpen. There were shattered plates, pieces scattered on the floor, and the table converted on the side. You knew it was important not to make it too obvious by damaging too many things.
You could see the keen MPs in the distance, eager for pay and respect in the walls. They booted down the door like nothing with guns at the ready and you couldn't envision what would happen if one of you had gotten seized. Would they torture you as they did with Pastor Nick? Would they rip off your nails one by one?
Those thoughts made your skin crawl. Maybe it's best not to find out for now.
Anyway, you found yourselves in the remote province of Trost where it seemed rather isolated. There, you all would find a deserted house that you would use as a temporary refuge.
The plan was this: disguise Armin and Jean as Historia and Eren and get information. It took you a second to realize that Armin would have to dress up as a girl-- wig and everything that a teen girl would wear.
You were in a silent room by yourself, having some alone time. As you slipped your cloth cape over your shoulders, you heard a knock on the open door, making you look over your shoulder. Lo and behold-- Armin in a dress and a long blond wig.
"Armin? Do you need something?" Giving him a curious peek, you could see the discomfiture on his face from his current display. The wig that sat on his head was undone.
Letting out a dispirited exhale, he finally spoke. "Could you help me with this wig's hair? It's all tangled and-- ugh... Please help me," he beseeched as his fingers got stuck in a rather thick knot.
A single chair just happened to be sitting in the corner so you scurried over and kicked it to the center of the room. His pair of blue eyes observed you as you did so, watching how your legs carried you.
