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I need to talk to you I am a friend of Anna's I need to talk to you about bw I found something out. If you need to confirm with Anna you can.

YuuTart

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            Othello would have finally returned to his own room; which, coincidentally, was only but across the room of the other's own. What with the newfound information the muffin-top had handed him, the blonde couldn't help but take a guess...
            
            ...Who was it that could have caught the shortie's heart? His mind and thoughts would drift from one squad member to the other. Bertholdt? That reiner-deer? Muffin-top...???? Eren????
            
            Or perhaps Levi. Yeah, that seemed a far lot more believable. What with being the shortie's friend for quite a while, the male had come to hear her gush on and on often about the leader, and he had to admit—
            Oftentimes he was jealous.
            
            Nonetheless, with all these deep thoughts in his mind, the blonde wouldn't have seen it coming, and would have bumped straight into the shortie herself;
            
            Bella.
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YuuTart

@Ciel_hates_the_world
          
          The mentioned 'Italian spaghetti' would cross his arms together and wear that signature smirk of his, lifting a brow. "The hell do you think you're doing?"
          Jean would give a small scowl, and immediately snapped back at the taller male, "Ugh, goodie-two-shoes won't rat me out to the others, will he?" Unto that, the blonde would let out another chuckle, arm coming out to give the male a hand.
          Jean hesitantly took it.
          
          ----
          
          The horse that ran by the name of Jean (not to be confused with /horse-faced Jean/) would let out a neigh, moving backwards to let Percy share a little bit of that love with Bella. He seemed to just reach over the said titan slayer, and down to munch on his beloved hay.
          
          ----
          
          "...and then Eren bloody threw his fist at me!" Jean would exclaim. He had followed Othello all the way to Othello's room, the two of them conversing about their day and their little peeves.
          Of course; Kirstein's peeve being the mere existence of the titan-shifter.
          "Yeah, yeah, whatever Jean," he says in reply, and slipped on a pair of button-down shirt and his uniform's pants. "Say," he would mutter, as if hesitating to ask.
          
          "...Have you chatted with Bella this entire afternoon?"

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@Ciel_hates_the_world 
          [Pffft-!!]
          
          Othello, on the other hand, would have let our a light chuckle. At the moment, he was in the showers, taking a quick bath.
          After all, he didn't want to smell like sweat and the morning heat to Bella. It took a few couple of minutes, as he would soon shut the water close and wrapped the towel round his waist.
          Just as thr blond would have headed out the doors, he would accidentally bump into muffin-top– who seemed to be sneaking out what looked like a piece of meat.
          "Wha– Hey, watch is dipshit-!!" Kirstein seem to curse under his breath for a moment, before he'd have dart his eyes up to the male infront of him.
          "Oh look, it's italian spaghetti, Othello Saliva." He grumbles, and the blond would only chuckle.
          
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          The horse in the stables would, however, let out a low huff to the pet, lashes shutting in their own accord as the horse would appreciate and enjoy the small pet Bella gave him.