(Chicken) Wings of Fury

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When I reentered the room, Mikasa had taken up Armin's position on the bed and the blond has moved to the computer, where he was now playing a spin-off of Farmville. I flopped on the floor beside him.

"Ugh!" he huffed. "What," I asked, looking over his shoulder. "It won't let me collect the freakin' eggs!" He furiously clicked on a chicken coop. "Lemme see," I said, awkwardly reaching over his arm. I started to get frustrated as well when the damn eggs refused to respond my clicking. "C'mhere you shits. Get out of your chicken-ass house and into my basket to fEED MY CHILDREN YOU FUCKERS," I yelled at the monitor, smashing the mouse with my fist. "Yeah, you jerks!" Armin cheered along. He started to chant 'scrambled eggs' while pounding on the desk. By now it had started to sound like a fight club. An image of me body slamming the chair while Armin kneeled on the side, punching the floor filled my thoughts.

A hand on my shoulder put an end to my incoherent screeches. It took a second for the blond to halt his chanting. We both looked up at the hand's owner, smiling innocently. "Yea, Mika?" I said, fluttering my eyelashes. I'm such a dork, holy shit. Yeah, but a fab one; hot damn. She rolled her eyes. "Can you stop," the ravenette asked. Well, more so ordered. "Stop what?"

She removed her hand from my shoulder and placed it on my arm. Returning my gaze to the desk, I saw that I was still slamming the mouse down. "Heh." Whoops. I released my grip on the small object and put my hand in my lap.

Mikasa examined the mouse for a few seconds before going under the desk to look at the computer. After a moment she stood up and let out a sigh. She clicked the coop once and the notification saying that the eggs were ready was replaced with a green '+18 eggs'. "Whaat!?" we swiveled around to face Mikasa, confused. Since when was she good with computers? I was supposed to be the tech wizard. Ever since I restarted the router for Armin's grandpa and called me that I had took pride in the title. I mentally sat in a corner to pout. "It was unplugged," she explained, rolling her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing ever. Armin and I blushed in embarrassment.

"So...what's the weather like now?" I asked, trying to turn the topic away from my stupidity. "Clearing up," she said, pointing back at the window, "It's still raining, but not nearly as hard as before." I unlocked my phone to check the time. "Holy shit! How is it like six already?" "Well to start your dumbass was in the bathroom for a good forty minutes doing whatever the hell it is you do." "Yeah, you were making some weird noises," Armin commented with a light laugh. "Yea, what was that thump? It sounded like you fell or something," Mikasa added. "I stubbed my toe," I explained, looking at the floor. The lil' coconut laughed and my sister smiled a bit. Glad to see my pain brings them happiness. Grade A friends right there.

Speaking of A's... "Shit! I have homework still," I groaned at the thought. "Want help?" Armin offered. "Thanks, but by the time I finish it it'll be like eleven." He goes to bed around nine thirty and I don't want him to stay up super late when I'll probably forget everything the next day. And every time we study together we end up fucking around and get barely anything done. Not like I do much on my own, but I would just be wasting the blond's time. "We should head home," Mikasa said, motioning to the darkening sky.

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Alrightyyyy
FINALLY
HALLELUJAH
I HAS UPDATED
I am very, very, very sorry about the lack of new chapters. I am a lazy shit and haven't really felt like it and school and all that kinda distracted me. Sry bbs. I will not abandon this story (well, completely.) I know how I want this story to start and end but wHERE IN THE FUCK IS THE MIDDLE UGH. So that's why all these chapters are full of nothing but character development, I guess? I dunno. I'm just trying to get this story rollin' to where I can get into the good stuff. That's right, all you yaoi fangirls, there will be smut! So buckle up because we're gunna be going on a (field)trip. (Ayyy get it? Field Trip?.. Ill see myself out.)

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