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three-way, armin and connie. xv. two can play that game.
☆ ˚ ༘⋆ armin arrives home late.
he spots connie's car in the driveway, before opening the door and entering the occupied living room. connie is busy placing together some steak empanadas in the kitchen, meanwhile you're asleep on the couch, wrapped in a pink duvet and fluffy pillows. "uh, what is she doing there?" armin questions, tugging his coat off before hanging it on the rack.
connie shrugs, using the fork to press the food together before starting his oil. "what are you doing here? thought you were kenna's lil' boyfriend now," he muses, almost snickering at his own joke, yet for the sake of keeping armin here, he remains quiet after asking.
armin rolls his eyes, his body still warming up from the cool temperature outside. "very funny," he says, opening the fridge and grabbing a container of milk. connie makes a face at him as he pours some of the liquid into a glass cup, before he downs it in one swing. "i'm not dating her. we went to wingstop after the game, but that's about it. i didn't have the courage to ask, i guess."
connie hums. "shit, so the rumors were true? what's with you trying to date her?" he questions, leaning against the counter and facing armin. "is it for sex? pretty sure she'd let you hit without taking that extra mile."
armin thinks about that whilst washing his glass out in the sink, not really giving it too much attention before he replies; "it's a lot to explain."
as connie pops another one of the empanadas into the boiling grease, armin's phone chimes. he fishes it out of his pocket, glancing over the caller id. of course it's kenna, and she's asking to meet up tomorrow morning. eh, alright, now she's taking things too far. he isn't that committed, but maybe he should give her a chance.
armin doesn't know what the fuck he's doing.
he ignores the text, and pockets his phone.
"how long has she been asleep for?" armin questions, approaching your sleeping frame; his dim blue eyes watching you closely. your curls are sprawled out, and you're wearing a pair of shades which really makes him wonder what was happening in the moments he wasn't around.
