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game day october 21, 6:43pm
"eren you're gonna make us late." you groan, rolling your eyes and spraying perfume on you.
"me?! how?" he asks, as if he wasn't laying in your bed playing six different imessage games with armin in his boxers and socks.
you turn from your vanity and squint at him, before throwing your lip liner at him.
"up! now!" you demand loudly, making him cover his face to block the incoming makeup.
eren groaned loudly, kicking his feet on the edge of your bed with a dramatic whine.
onyankopon walks in the room, rapping the words to one of sexy red's songs.
he's still in his towel, dripping water everywhere as he stands in your full length mirror.
you break your neck to look over at him, growing more irritated by the second.
"yanni you're supposed to be dressed! we have to drive an hour to the school you know!" you exclaim, holding your temples as you stare at him.
"chill out sully. yo ass ain't even put no icing on the cupcakes yet." onyankopon kisses his teeth, crossing his arms as he looks at you.
eren gasps and calls out a loud 'right!' as he glares at you.
"because pieck is doing it for me- I don't have to explain myself! get dressed! both of you!" you yell out loudly, standing up from your seat and picking up your studded belt.
onyankopon curses and slides out of the room, almost tripping over your rug as he rushes to pieck's room.
you look at eren, who's sighing and standing up from his spot on the bed and grabbing his essentials sweatsuit from your closet.
he gets dressed, but not without grumbling curses to you with a pout etched on his face.
you get up from your vanity and toss the belt over the chair. he hands you your small grey telfar and you put your phone and lip gloss inside .
"ugh I wanna get the cerulean version of this so bad, then the lavender medium size. gotta wait till i get paid though." you say, turning to eren and holding out the bag.
he pauses in putting on his sweats to look, squinting at the logo before nodding.
"are they even in stock?" he asks, pulling his sweats up and tying them at his waist.
you nod, turning around to make sure your ass didn't look sloppy.
you press your hands under each cheek and jiggle just a little, sticking your tongue out with a smile.
eren slaps your ass and grins, before forcing you into a kiss by your throat.
a whine escapes your lips as you grab his hand, kissing him back lightly.
