Blinded By His Words

*Blinded love Twenty*

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The fork stabs into the thick chuck of stack, laid out on my plate. Sawing my knife into it and ripping away an eat-able piece, I place it between my dry lips allowing the delicious, mouth watering taste to refill me. 

"How is it?" she asks me, sitting opposite me. "I thought I'd try something  different," she tells me brushing her clean, brown hair away from her memorizing eyes. 

Letting off a moan, nodding my head, I chime; "It's delicious, this is probably the best thing I've ever tasted" 

Placing another chunk into my mouth, chewing on it while making loving moans, Mikasa and Dad laugh, watching me. Them too helping themselves into the food, digging in willingly. And them again too, making the same sweet noises once tasting the incredible, well cooked, meat.

Chuckling, herself finishing off a mouthful of food, she leans forwards on the table- hand covering her mouth respectfully; "Glad to here it, I'll be sure to make more of this- if you guys want that?" she asks around, us all nodding eagerly. "That's that than. Now eat up before it gets cold- you as well mister, you've got work in an hour" she urges me. 

Rolling my eyes, smiling at her, I grumble playfully; "Yes mother~"

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~ Eren's POV ~

It's not something new to me, nothing shocking either- a boy wearing make-up and all. Most men do it, believe it or not, they just don't talk about it because they can't be bothered with being judged. Well, there's that or just the fact that they never need to use it... unlike me. 

Leaning on sink, myself on tips toes, I root through the cabinet above the sink. Three shelves are seen inside the mirrored cabinet- one full of Dad's razors, shaving foam, tooth brush and a black flannel said; His. 

The second shelve holds my stuff. Why? you ask. I may not live here but I still class this as home, whether or not I actually live with Erwin. So with my own toothbrush, a razor I've never had to use- except once or twice (looking at myself now though, I think i'll have to start). A blue flannel for myself, ear buds, and black heads cream. 

The third and final, the one I was looking in- Mikasa's. With a red flannel, ear buds, tweezers, scissors, toothbrush and a large, silky purple bag- her shelve is by far the most full up.

Reaching in and taking out her purple bag, I drop down so my aching feet are flat to the floor and rest the bag in the middle of the dry skin. Two ball like locks click it together and locked up, myself frowning- tongue out in concentration and popping it open. 

"Fuck," I cursed when my thumb bone popped suddenly, "how does she do that?" I question in disbelief. 

Peering inside curiously, I root my hands into the bag- pulling everything out so I could see it clearly. Everything set out neatly, the names of what they are, facing me- I observe them looking thoroughly to what I need. 

Murmuring out the name tags for each one, I pick them up and place them back in the bag if not needed. "No.7, Stay perfect- Lip Lacquer? No, to bright." Placing that back in her bag, I move on. "No.7 Lash Impact? Well I defiantly don't need that. Um, Freederm, to help rid spots... well, that might actually come in hand... Next, No.7... what is this? Soft cherry, what's that?" Popping off the stiff lid, I sighed. "This might work... but it's not what I need." Pulling out a thick, creamy colored, tube- I hummed. "No.7, foundation! Perfect... and... got it! Press powder!"

So, now with the soft cherry lipstick, calico foundation and  press powder out in front of me- I shut the cabinet, my image looking like back at me from the mirror in front of me.