Please excuse us. [Where Eren glares, Armin offers nervous, placating smiles, and between the two of them, it seems the crowd is willing to leave them alone for now. Armin squeezes Eren's hand, pulling out in front to lead Eren down the street to the government housing.
It feels giddily familiar, even among all of these straights, to be pushing his way through a busy street hand-in-hand. In spite of the situation, Armin knows he's beaming like an idiot.
Eren's here. Things will work out. If Mikasa were here, they'd be unstoppable... they might even live up to that hero title.]
oh haaay
It feels giddily familiar, even among all of these straights, to be pushing his way through a busy street hand-in-hand. In spite of the situation, Armin knows he's beaming like an idiot.
Eren's here. Things will work out. If Mikasa were here, they'd be unstoppable... they might even live up to that hero title.]
Have you been here long?