PSL / MEME CONTINUATION

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boy but he can ramble

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[Armin nods.]

That's right. I guess I did say that...

With the power of The Founding Titan, Eren's abilities were beyond anything that we could comprehend...

[It's strange to say it out loud, but...] Even back when I said that to you, I didn't realize...

He might as well have become his own god.

Back home, as long as you were an Eldian, Eren could bring you to any reality he wanted to.

Before...[Armin pauses, takes a look at Eren's face - ever the deep sleeper. He doesn't realize anything's amiss yet. He lowers his voice a fraction.] Before Eren died, I mean...we walked through our lives together. He told me everything - everything. It was in one of those...false realities.

[Without thinking about it, he lightly squeeze's Eren's knee.]

We promised to stay together once all was said and done. He said...he'd wait in Hell for me.

misread that as “rumble” and had a Moment… we love the rambles tho

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[“He said he’d wait in Hell for me.” Aubrey’s expression tenses, slightly—not that she can fully relax here. She almost could, though, listening to him. Despite the subject. It makes sense of what Eren did for Mikasa, at least. What a way to say goodbye....]

And here we are… [There’s the faintest trace of a joke to it, but Aubrey doesn’t have the energy.]

[She’s been quiet as a matter of mood. But the way Armin looks at Eren…]

I should mention… he can hear us. [By now, Aubrey can say this somewhat nonchalantly. She rubs her thumb idly at Eren’s face, as if drying his cheeks.] It’s not a normal sleep… but I think he’s okay.

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Not normal...?

How do you mean?

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[Slow breath in. It hasn’t been that long, since the dance—yet Armin’s missed so much.]

He won’t wake up.

But I know he’s listening. [She gives his hand a squeeze.] He responds, sometimes.

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[Armin's voice is as tender as it is concerned.]

Eren...

[He's not...ready to lose him again.

[The numbers roll. Armin's eyes move toward them without his permission. It's his turn...]

Twenty-four. [He doesn't sound quite pleased that he's being forced to focus on something other than his half-dead friend...]

Have you ever received a love letter?

slams headcanon button

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[Would it be reassuring or make it worse to talk more about what’s happened? The game rolls charisma on before Aubrey can make up her mind on it.]

A love letter…? [She smiles faintly, recalling.] I don’t know if it counts, but there was one year I found a little handmade heart in my locker that said “Be my Valentine, Sweetheart~”. [Her tone is not doing the glitter and drawn-on sparkles justice.]

Turned out my friend Mikhael [“It’s The Maverick now,” she can hear him protest] had just slipped hearts around for everyone, and he got mine confused with someone else’s...

[He’s a good kid.]

[The next question wipes that smile immediately.]

Seventy-four. “Have you ever broken someone else’s heart?”

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[It's a sweet story - enough to make Armin smile. Aubrey moves on quickly though, and at the next question, he actually laughs; it's a bright sound.]

Me? No. At least...I can't see how I would have. I'm no heartbreaker myself.

["Just heartbroken."

[Maybe he should move on quickly too...]

Thirty-eight. Oh-- [At this, an apologetic look; not really a polite question to ask.] Do you...prefer men or women?

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[The laugh catches her off-guard—but, ah, there’s the kicker. She certainly can’t fault him for moving on quickly; she knows the story, anyway....]

[At the question, Aubrey looks… perplexed. Both at the question itself, and Armin’s own expression.]

I mean… [Quick glance down to her lap.] …isn’t it obvious? [Then again, maybe not....]

Our world’s not— I mean, people who like both exist, I guess. But it’s not too accepted, where I’m from. You’d get weird looks.

[Nothing about the way she sputters through this implies it’s a bias she shares. It’s all… very confusing. And besides the point now, anyway.]

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Not necessarily - obvious, I mean. I know...[His attention is pulled back to Eren momentarily, expression soft with love as the back of his knuckles run up and down the man's shin.]

I know you love Eren. But...[He shrugs.] I have a preference for both, personally.

We get a couple of weird looks back home too - not a whole lot of marriages or anything like that - but people tend to mind their business.

More pressing things to worry about, I guess.

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[He could say that again. Thankfully, the memory of the titans is brief, not strong enough to be shared. Aubrey’s been more worried about other things, too.]

[She watches how Armin pets Eren, loving and soft. As ever, the simultaneous thoughts: that this “should” bother her, and yet that it doesn’t at all. Like how loving both “should” bother her, maybe. Stuff to mull over....]

[But for now, another number.]

Forty-one [and this feels invasive]: “Which physical traits do you find appealing?”

gag tag #1

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BIG DICK SOFT TIDDY

moving on

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[It does feel invasive if only by virtue of Armin being a mature male with preferences and libido. His face turns pink almost instantly. He knows he won't be able to lie, but he can at least...word things delicately.]

Well, I...[Oh. He's nervous, actually. There's a brief laugh - also nervous.]

Height...in men. That's one. [Don't look at your 6' tall not-but-maybe-still-boyfriend as you say this.] Uhm. Size. [Clearing his throat!]

A nice jaw, I guess. Or, maybe...just a strong face? [Has his face ever been so warm?

[It's time to talk about the women, says the world. He really hopes he doesn't manage to offend Aubrey with this somehow...]

For women, there's...ah...

Well, softness. If that makes sense. [...] The natural presence of...curves and...things like that.

I can’t believe I get to use this icon, in this PSL,,

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[If it’s any consolation to Armin, seeing his face go pink has Aubrey’s turning a similar shade. It’s an awkward question no matter what, but…

[…“Size”? Oh. Oh, haha, well, yeah, Aubrey’s not stupid, he doesn’t need to make this a thousand times worse talking around it like that and she would’ve interrupted him if she had the chance and hey hey Aubrey, hey, Aubrey, focus, most mortifying second of her life Eren’s eyes are up here—]

[Anyway! Her hands are on her face now. By the time Armin gets to women, that is, which is somehow very fast and yet not quick enough at all. What did he even say between then? At least she’s not being quizzed on it. Kill them now, actually.]

[When Armin’s finally done, she just. Cracks open a finger to peer sideways at him. Her face is very, very red.]

Hourglass figure. You can say it.

[Her tone is very flat, considering. Blunt. Not soft. She’s not stupid.]

Big tits and ass. Guys like that. I get it.

[Kill them now, actually!]

1/2

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[!!!!!]

I would never say that! Use those words--

2/2

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[Still asleep, a snicker.]

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What, use them sparingly?

[She laughs, half snickering half dying. Well, mostly dying, but today she learned Armin’s a prude (verbally, at least), and that’s funny.]

Eren agrees. [Aubrey is so fucking glad his eyes are closed.] You can use the bad words.

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It's not a matter of that. [He swears all the time, maybe!]

It's...disrespectful. Isn't it?

[Please roll a different number, please roll a different number--

[The screen rolls. It lands back on forty-one.]

Same question. [It's nearly a groan.]

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[Well, specific people are one thing, but—
[Before Aubrey can dreg up some argument (for banter’s sake more than anything), the world has other ideas.]

Hey, Armin, before anything else?

Kill me.

[It’s… only fair....]

I find… Eren appealing.... [Copout.] You know, the face. He’s strong. I’ve seen his abs. [Okay,,] I like his eyes. His hair. [Flicking at those strands, with the hand that’s not still hiding her face on Armin’s side.] He’s— I mean. You know. He’s hot. 10 out of 10.

So. Yeah. Uh. Strong, and—

[Is she done yet? No, the world says, because this is quite possibly the worst way ever to nudge a bisexual awakening.]

—I mean, I’m not— judging your preferences, or anything, but—

[Fuck. Fuck! Just spit it out!]

I like a guy who can pick me up and I think if I could pick up a girl that’d be kinda cool. Okay? [She claps her hands abruptly and keeps them clasped.] There! Final answer.

I had to fucking use this icon

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["I've seen more than his--"]

Great! [He'd like this to be over too!]

Next question. Your turn.

beautiful!

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[Yeah, I kinda figured—]

Sixty-two! “Are you someone who falls in love easily?”

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[Armin doubts that there's a God, but if there is one, he's thanking it.]

Me? No. [He answers a little too quickly, still flustered from the previous exchange. He clears his throat in an attempt to slow himself down.]

I mean, I've only...it's only been once, so. Can't say that I do, no.

[The numbers roll.]

The next one - oh. [With this, a little smile.] Describe your ideal honeymoon.

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[Oh, thank fuck.]

Honeymoon. Yeah. I can do that. [A huff of a sigh. Aubrey nods. Yes. Better.]

I mean, we already— Well. I guess it wasn’t exactly a honeymoon, but Eren’s taken me to the tree before. Just me and him. [The blush hasn’t gone away, but it’s softer now.] I think… something quiet like that. That’s perfect.

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That same tree...?

Where we danced, you mean?

[On Eren's grave, no less...]

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…Yeah.

Why…?

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[Armin smiles, eyes dropping back to Eren's face again - serene, untroubled.]

That tree is a special place for us - Eren and Mikasa and I. It's from the town we grew up in. We used to spend hours just racing back and forth up the hill - sleeping, reading, talking.

[He loves him, he loves him, he loves him. Gently, he takes one of Eren's hands and lifts it to his mouth, leaving a soft kiss. Eren's fingers curl around his own.]

If he took you there...that had to mean a lot to him.