Chapter VIII

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Alrighty! So, I haven't been uploading a lot. Sorry, I just finished binge watching The Loud House and saw the most resent episode and...got into one of my gay moods. But I hope the plot progression and fluff will make up for it! No spelling police or Grammar nerds, I really don't need it. Please leave comments, I love hearing from you! Next chapter, I'm planning to add so drama, so be ready!
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Eren stared at the blank sheet of paper in front of him. "You do know that a book wouldn't write itself just by willing it, right?" Mikasa asked as she poked her head into the study. Eren glared up at his sister. "Oh, shut up. I really don't feel like dealing with your sarcasm, Mikasa," he snapped.

Mikasa walked into the room, and closed the door. "Okay, Eren, let's have an intervention. You need to get out of the house for the next five hours," she said sternly. "Umm...I don't think so. I want to get this manuscript done as soon as possible," Eren said.

"Eren, listen to yourself. You haven't eaten since yesterday morning, and you've been killing trees over there in the corner," Mikasa said as she pointed at her brother's overflowing trash can. Eren glared at the trash can. "Look, I don't give a flying hooten nanny about how many trees I kill. Levi is on the warpath, and wouldn't give me any room to complain," Eren said annoyed.

"Look at yourself, Eren. You haven't left this room since your date with Armin, and, by the way, you're neglecting your new boyfriend," Mikasa pointed out. Eren shot out of his seat. "Halten Sie den Mund, Sie wagen es nicht, Armin zu machen! Ich versuche, mein Bestes für uns beide anzubieten! Das einzige, was Sie tun, ist zu versuchen und schlug dieses Mädchen Annie! Wer kann ich hinzufügen, dass ich hasse! Du weißt, was sie und die anderen mir angetan haben! Du weißt, wie sehr sie mich verletzen, und du hast die Nerven, jeden dieser Verräter jeden Tag zu sehen!" he yelled in a thick German accent.

Mikasa rolled her eyes. "Eren, you know I can't understand you when you slip into German," she sighed. "Ich habe keinen fliegenden Scheiß," Eren snapped. Mikasa sighed, and started to crack her fists. "Okay, Eren, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Your choice," she said. Eren paled a little, "Gut, ich werde das Haus für ein wenig verlassen," he muttered.

"Eren, German," Misaka reminded her brother. "I said, that I'll leave the house for a little," Eren growled. "There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Mikasa asked. "Hündin," Eren muttered as he walked out from behind his desk. Mikasa rolled her eyes, "Just get ready to leave," she said as she exited the room.

~Armin Arlert~

Armin stared at his phone, willing it to ring. "Okay, I'm heading over to Jean's. Want me to grab you something for dinner?" Marco asked as he came out from the back of the shop. Armin looked up at his friend, and shook his head. "No thanks, I think I'm just going to hang out for a bit," he replied. Marco nodded as he threw his coat on. "Waiting for Eren to call," he guessed. "Yeah, I've been waiting for him to call, but he hasn't yet," Armin sighed.

"Well, I'm sure he will call soon enough," Marco reassured his friend. Armin smiled softly, "Yeah, you're right. Thanks," he said. "Any time, now I've got to get going. Jean's waiting," Marco said. "Okay, see you later," Armin called as his friend walked across the street.

The blonde sighed and looked back down on his phone. "Eren, why wouldn't you call me," he muttered as the store door rang. "Sorry for not calling, I've been suffering a bit of writer's block," Eren said as he pulled the door shut. "Eren! There you are!" Armin yelled happily.

Eren chuckled bashfully and rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry 'bout that, mio amore. Levi's been busting my hump to get my manuscript finished," he apologized as he walked up to the counter. Armin waved his hand as he set down the phone. "That's fine, I know that you're a busy right," he reassure. Eren smiled as he cupped Armin by the chin and peaked his boyfriend on the lips. "You're the best, Ar," he cooed.

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