hrt4mikasa
aot hehe >>>
surveybeauty
regibels
mikasa. stop worrying about eren.
vengejaegers
mikasa⠀!!
surveybeauty
what's the occasion? (: . [ mikasa questioned, a rare smile tugging at the ends of her lips. following behind the titan shifter like a lost puppy. watching carefully as eren got the pastry. ]
@wallroast
vengejaegers
@surveybeauty " okay " . the male replied with a grin on his face, holding the female's hand as he stepped on for he and the female go towards the muffin stand which is near on their way .
fatuirep
you werent at dinner. so, i saved you some.
fatuirep
“mhm.” the male tears his gaze away to pick nervously at a thread upon his sleeve , brow creased with the effort to hold back something that might cause even more embarrassment . “are you alright, mikasa ?”
surveybeauty
@horsefaced \ frfr < #3 mikasa returns the nod. glancing at him for a moment. "aa, thanks jean. " the girl responded. taking another bite from the bread along with a small sip.
fatuirep
/ i cant rlly blame her.. his hair does kinda look fire
“hm?” this was a high compliment to the brunette, and he couldn’t help the color spread across his cheeks. he seemed tough in every aspect except one involving a one - on - one with mikasa. he gave a single nod in return. absentmindedly, he reached up to card this hands through his locks, staring at her curiously. “uhm.. i’ve already told you. but.. you do, too. it looks. nice. as well.”
surveybeauty
cb + mood
deliriuminduce
hey , mikasa ? can i have a hug ?
surveybeauty
&&. @strategics its okay. you aren't, besides i like it. [ mikasa mumbled softly under her breath. her slender fingers moving up to his hair. letting them run through his golden locks. deciding she enjoyed this comforting feeling ]
deliriuminduce
* even though , by common standards , the hug would have , by now , dragged on for too long to be socially acceptable — armin doesn't let go . the hesitant grip he had on the back of her jacket transformed into a firm one , as if anchoring himself with her presence * sorry .. if i'm being clingy .
surveybeauty
&&. @strategics [ the female ackerman let a ghost of a smile grace her visage, almost unnoticeable. finding a sense of comfort in the hug they were sharing. ] me too...
wylshire
am i angry? no. i.. have no reason to be.
surveybeauty
&&. @bodtskill aah i see.. [ mikasa nodded in understanding, trying to put herself in the girl's shoes. biting the inside of her cheek as she responded ] its okay to be unsure about this. being under the cut cant deny your amazing skill and talent, they'd be foolish not to let you join.
wylshire
* she lets go a small sigh as she contemplated what to say, finally speaking as she glances back to the barracks. * i’m ranking /just/ under the cut. i don’t want to go to the military police, but.. i don’t know.
surveybeauty
&&. @bodtskill you wouldn't mayu, its fine. [ the ackerman pulled her scarf down from her mouth. watching the female carefully]
titanized
//; ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀damn im really abt to simp<3
fatuirep
it wasn’t the first time jean kirstein had stayed in a cottage like this, but it was the first time he’d been here under these certain circumstances. being confined to the four - room building had created quite the interesting situation: connie holding back sasha from taking any more of the rations while he and armin aided in pulling the crates back. the titan - shifting male had left with the (older) ackerman to talk about the plan for the next few hours, a scarce number of scouts lounging outside to keep any wandering titans at bay. restraining sasha had taken a few minutes, and with it came a surprisingly calming atmosphere that drifted over the building. the newly - acclaimed scout decided to use this time, like most of the others, to try and map out his surroundings. having left his gear in the main room, the brunette found solitary sitting on a crate outside, merely watching the trees sway with the slight gusts of wind that blew by.
surveybeauty
&&. @horsefaced . ofcofc likewise (:<3 the female nods, taking in a minute to actually examine jean. blue eyes hovering over his complexion. the young ackerman began to notice smaller things about him-. yet for this moment she took a sudden interest in his brown locks. how now they looked much messier then before and the small leaves that now were entangled in the hair. feeling a sudden urge to run her hands through it— however, she didn't. shaking her head at the thought. blinking her eyes continuously as she realized she had been staring way to long at jean— . so im turn she pulled up her scarf, hiding the very small blush present on her face. mikasa herself had a scratch on her left arm, it kind of stung, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. " just a scratch... "
fatuirep
/ yeah it’s ok g ((: <<<333
his gaze followed hers, eventually able to see who she was looking at. it did irk him, busying himself with unloading the tanks on his gear. jealously was an appropriate emotion here - though he was with her at the moment, she had looked elsewhere. it seemed that he’d always lose to the titan - shifter. except for a mild scratch upon his left cheek, the dirt smeared on his face, and scattered leaves upon his clothes & hair, he was fine. nodding, he glanced back up carefully. “could be better. but - yeah. are you?”
surveybeauty
&&. @horsefaced. ohh its okay!! im all over the place so if IM awk ykyk the ackerman girl tilted her head sideways in the direction of the new arrivals. a soft delicate sigh drifting from her lips. one of relief. once her blue eyes caught sight of eren, and for the most part he seemed perfectly fine- well physically. mikasa's eyes lingered on the titan shifter for a moment. snapping out of it once she turned her head back to jean. looking back at his brown locks then meeting his eyes as she spoke. " aah, yes i am. are you okay? did you get hurt? " the ravenette questioned the male.