The Assassin (Shingeki no Kyojin/ Attack on Titan)

Non-Plot 3: Fingers and Tickle Spots

This one is a bit more isolated hope you like it bye *runs into a wall*

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"Aurorae are... classified... as... uh... discrete or..." I murmured aloud as I scribbled the words down on a notepad. I had the day off and so I decided to sit outside headquarters, on the horse fencing in the shade of a tree.  I had an old book about the aurora borealis that was written in an ancient script and I promised Armin that I would translate it for him. 

I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head before I went on. Lifting me head up, I saw Jean walking by the side of the building, clutching his wrist and grumbling to himself.

"Hey, Jean!" I called to him. 

He jogged over to me and hoisted himself carefully on to the fence next to me. Jean had the day off as well and really took advantage of not having to be in uniform, only wearing tan trousers and a black wifebeater. 

"What happened to your hand?" I asked him. His fingers were all red and beginning to swell, and there was a little bit of blood spilling out of a cut on his ring finger. 

"I slammed it in a drawer," he muttered, looking away from me.

"Seriously?" I raised an eyebrow.

"It's not funny!"

"I know, I know," I said lightly, "Mind if I take a look?" I moved my book and my notepad next to me as I gently placed Jean's hand in my lap. As I inspected his injuries, my thumb absentmindedly traced circles on the base of his palm. 

"Hey, cut it out," he laughed, "That tickles."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously," he replied.

"Looks like someone's a bit too ticklish."

"Excuse me, I'm normal ticklish. If I did that to you, wouldn't you react the same way?"

"I don't know. I've never let anyone tickle me before."

He didn't say anything after that so I just went back to taking care of his hand, carefully wrapping some bandages around his ring finger. "Fortunately," I began, "none of your fingers are broken. I'm not a doctor but I suggest taking it easy the next time you can't find the silverware drawer and I swear on Levi's secret detergent formula if you tickle me I will end you."

"I wasn't going to tickle you," he defended, "What was that book you were reading, by the way?"

"Oh. Armin asked if I cou--"

Jean tackled me and we crashed onto the ground. He pinned my hands down at my sides with his knees and moved his hands to my midsection and he bagan to tickle me, mercilessly.

"Who's a bit too ticklish now!?" he shouted over my hysterical laughter. 

I couldn't even answer because of how hard I was laughing and I was trying to wriggle myself out from under him. "Jean!" I managed to scream out but he wouldn't stop laughing at my laughing. Then suddenly, he stuck his head underneath my shirt and started blowing bubbles and nibbling on my stomach.

My breaths became short and strained as my laughter, which had formed tears in my eyes turned more into a mix of  giggling and mewling. 

Finally, after Jean resurfaced, I mannaged to yank my hands out from underneath him and I instinctively... 

...punched him in the face. 

"GAH!" He gasped and fell as my fist nicked his cheekbone. 

I covered my mouth with my hands immediately, still giggling but spewing out an array of apologies, "Jean, I am so sorry!"

He laid on his back with his shut, groaning  in pain. Uh oh.

I leaned over him, "Jean? Oh no, I'm really sorry!"

He fell motionless and I really started to worry. "Oh no. Oh gosh, no. No, no, no..."

Abruptly, he grabbed my waist, "Come here, you!" And I fell victim to his relentless tickle attacks once more.

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NDFKJS WHAT IS THIS

Sorry, no finished sketch for you today, although I might just go back and one in when I can.

edit: There is a sketch there now. I drew it in my French notes. (Qu'est que c'est, Eren?)

Thanks for readin'!

-Jo

P.S. Nope. No proofreading or editing. *I am horrible.