The Assassin (Shingeki no Kyojin/ Attack on Titan)

Non-Plot 4: Adorable Qualifications

... THIS CHAPTER WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED LIKE 5 DAYS AGO BUT I KEPT HAVING TO REWRITE IT BECAUSE I'M AWFUUUUUUL.

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 "So are we friends?" Jean asked out of the blue. We had both been working in the stables as punishment for our little '104th Pranking Division' scheme which was successful but resulted in the humiliation and anger of a feather-covered heichou... 

"Huh? I don't know," I replied, "Why do you ask?" I assumed he was simply trying to find things to talk about, seeing as it was the hottest day of the year and he was about two haystack-lifts away from taking his shirt off.

"Well... because I like you..."

"Oh. I li--"

"I wasn't finished."

"Sorry. Continue."

"I like you but I still love making you feel so uncomfortable that you start to squirm." He smirked at me.

"That's sadistic," I commented.

"That's one way to put it," he said while tossing a bale of hay into one of the stables, "but it fits. You are the world's most adorable murderer."

"Excuse me?" The words 'adorable' and 'murderer,' as far as I knew, didn't exactly go together. Also, I didn't even know if I was adorable. What qualifies as adorable? I was fairly certain that murdering is not a qualification. 

"Oh, come on, Georgie." He teased, "Everything about you is adorable."

"How so?" I asked, still not understanding. 

"Well, first of all, you wear a freaking fox onesie to sleep." 

Okay, I could start to see his point. But that was only one thing, not everything. I looked over at Jean from where I was brushing Commander Irvin's horse. He was... taking off his shirt. I looked away immediately, blood rushing to my face. 

"You see, that, precisely, that!" he exclaimed, "You're so sheltered! Which is ironic, because you never stop talking about how you grew up with ten older guys!"

"I-I was just being courteous!" I retorted without looking at him, "If I'd taken off my shirt, I wouldn't want you looking at me!"

"It's not a question of whether or not you want to. It's whether or not you can bring yourself to." I could hear the cheekiness in his voice. At that point he knew he had beaten me.

"Ridiculous," Hean huffed, "We slept in the same bed for goodness' sake. Come on Georgie. Look at me."

Think, Georgie, think... Got it. 

I turned slowly towards him. Our stares locked. He had his shirt hanging over his shoulder as he leaned against one of the stable doors, looking more smug than ever.  

And I forced myself to laugh.

"EheheheheHAHAHAHAHAHAHA--!" I fell to my knees. Tears brimmed my eyes. An old trick I learned in training. When someone tries to condescend you in anyway: Laugh like there's no tomorrow. 

After catching my breath and wiping my eyes, I shifted my gaze to Jean. He was stunned. 

Regaining my stance, I ran a hand through my hair confidently, "You can't out-tease me, Kirschtein. It doesn't work." 

Suddenly, he had me pinned against the wall with his face barely a centimeter away from mine. "Oh, really?" he breathed in my ear.

"Jean..." I gulped, unable to get myself to move. I accepted defeat right then and there. It wasn't that I couldn't get myself out of this, I mean, heaven knows I could easily take him out on the spot. It's that I didn't want to.

His fingers came up just beneath my chin, making my head lift slighly. Shivers coursed through me, which would normally be improbable in the sweltering weather. Jean's lips brushed mine everso lightly as he murmured, "You have no idea what it means to out-tease someone, don't you?"

Wait... what?

He pulled back from me and laughed. 

"W-Wait, wha..." I said but he was already walking the other direction.

"Adorable," he smirked.

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Aaaaaaaaaand I'm gonna stop there. 

*climbs to the top of the eiffel tower*

*puts on warpaint*

*rips open shirt, revealing spandex Canada body suit*

*screams out into the night*

"I SUCK!!!!!! I do. Not Canada, in case that was unclear. I love Canada."

Another French notes sketch of Georgie on the side for you all. I don't even know what side her hair is parted on anymore. Thank you and have a lovely day!

-Jo

P.S. Did not edit. Do not know how to write complete sentences or use first-person pronouns.