[Armin recognized the voice instantly, yes, but assumed first that it was only one of Eren's memories, shared through yet another convoluted conduit. Apparently not the case. He can't keep the look of surprise from his face.]
[She manages to keep her tone neutral enough, somehow. Maybe a little too blank, considering she’s trying not to betray any strong opinions; her thoughts haven’t settled enough for even an involuntary one to form.]
At least, that’s where I last saw him.
[But I doubt he’s going anywhere. With a limp like that…? For however much spatial permanence matters here, and if he’s not world-shifting on purpose....]
[Armin's a smart guy. At Aubrey's thought, it's pretty obvious that Levi has come from the same point he has, even if timelines before Eren's death had been a little...disjointed in this universe. Then again, maybe that only applied to Eren, who had infinite access to all of time anyway. It's enough to make Armin's head hurt...
[He nods, understanding.
[He's...sorry that Captain Levi has to be here. If anything, what he deserves is rest, and it's not as if there's much left of their world, but...Armin and Mikasa want to be with Eren. He can't imagine that Levi does...]
Sorry. Whose...turn is it again?
[Armin can also tell that something is going on in Aubrey's head, but she doesn't exactly look as though she wants to share, so...]
[What is there to ask, really? They're all just sort of...stuck here. Captain Levi showing up isn't exactly a surprise at this point. For whatever reason, it just...makes Armin a little sad that he has to be stuck too.
[Aside from that, Captain Levi will always feel like a superior to Armin - a role model, someone to be respected. It doesn't matter that he himself technically in charge now. It feels wrong to talk about him when he's not here. Especially in front of Eren...
[So the question is a reprieve, even for it's...strangeness. Armin wrinkles his nose.]
Is that...really something people think about? I've only ever been with someone the same age, but as long as they were within a similar window, I don't really see how age matters.
[So Armin finds it strange, too. Good. She would’ve started looking at him weird (voluntarily or otherwise) if he didn’t.]
Yeah, it’s like that in my world, too. If you do make a big deal of it you’re kind of a weirdo.
[Somewhere, faintly, Aubrey is reminded that she was not cognizant of Eren’s age, and hadn’t even thought to ask, until… fairly late. But that would have changed things, so her dignity’s intact.] Anyway, uh. Your go.
I think this game just hates you, pal. [Which is… probably not something she should be joking about, but. Come on. First round, heartbreak exposure, now… whatever the hell is going on here.]
[Aubrey shakes her head, sharing the exasperation.] It’s like a microcosm of this whole place. Nice one second, then… [With a vague wave at the TV. Shame there’s no remote; it probably wouldn’t work, anyway.]
Oh, and no. I haven’t received a homemade chocolate. [She’s not sure if it’s supposed to be a chocolate-something, but the answer’s no anyway.]
[He looks exasperated. Is the next question going to ask about his worst break-up, his first time, or whether or not someone has ever drawn a heart on a piece of paper in the same room as him? Ridiculous...]
[It's easy to lie. Armin does it all the time. He's a fantastic liar, in fact. Unfortunately, the universe doesn't seem to care about that; he can't bring himself to no matter how hard he tries - and if he tries too long, the answer will be obvious anyway.
[So, he offers a weak echo instead.] In front of Eren...?
[He stares at his sleeping friend. Eren's brow is pinched. He must be hearing all of this too...]
I...
Not...not without...talking to him first...?
[Oh, yikes...]
I'm sorry! I really don't mean anything by that-- I-I'm sorry.
[Thing is, (Aubrey’s realizing, as Armin stalls and sputters,) she could’ve said “no way” or “not interested” or literally anything except “in front of our love interest?”.
[These are also things Armin could be saying.]
Look, [she says, no sooner has Armin finished; back to being flat,] this world’s grilled me and Eren before. And not playing along isn’t an option, so—
Try to ask me something else, and if that doesn’t work, then. [Quick glance to Eren. Aubrey can’t quite read his expression, maybe it’s the angle or that he’s asleep, but. Well, he knows what this place can be like. A quick thought his way—Sorry—but it’s better than tempting another barrage, right…?]
[Back to Armin. Small shrug. Finishing the sentence:] Fuck it.
["Fuck it"? Surely, she can't be serious. Then again, she doesn't exactly look as though she's playing around. Lord, but Armin Arlert can blush. Eren is one thing. He's never had a girl want to kiss him before-- Not that she's saying she wants to or anything!!!]
I...
[He glances at the TV, waiting for a number. They seem to roll on forever...
[Aubrey is quickly losing the resolve she scraped up for that little speech. When the question hits, she rubs her face, groaning.] Ughhh…
See, I would’ve said no, right? Not in that way. No offense, it’s not you, just—
[Rip off the band-aid, girl.] I kinda screwed myself over with that answer, earlier. You’re… strong. And your blush is kinda cute I guess and the point is, it’s a dumb game and Eren is my husband no matter what.
[The world forced that little hastily-mumbled part out of her. Totally.] So.
[“I don’t think that’s some big mystery…” Nail bat right to whatever facade she had left!]
[She’s not sure if she’s grateful for the “dare,” sparing them another round of sputtering madness, or if she hates it because it kinda feels like there’s no way she’s not taking it. Maybe it’s that competitive spirit, burning in her yet. Or, moreso, it’s how Armin looks like this, boyish and blushing. It’s very… human. Not that that was ever in question for him, when he was so expressive and alive from the getgo, but…
[At some point Aubrey started petting Eren’s hair, as if to apologize and/or reassure him in advance; that hand goes still, resting on him, while the other reaches for Armin’s chin. If he was anyone else she might just dive in, get it over with, but it’s Armin and that feels crass.]
[Aubrey shrugs, as if her face isn’t threatening to match her hair.] Dare’s a dare.
[Armin gulps down a nervous lump in his throat. Will Eren mind? Surely, he will. Then again, he'd kissed Armin and Aubrey hadn't minded (at least, Armin hopes not). It's strange to feel that he and Eren's relationship is both tenuous and the strongest its ever been.
[How could anything this low stakes not turn out okay after everything they've been through?
[Armin is a good kisser. He's had a lot of practice. He cups her face with one hand and kisses her. It doesn't drag on and on - he has no ulterior motives. But it's a full kiss, lips parting around lips, moving together and then breaking apart. He doesn't mean to linger as long as he does once its done.
[Aubrey, for one, isn’t too worried about her relationship with Eren. Rings and double vows and all. And this is low-stakes—even as Armin cups her face, and his lips part, and Aubrey finds herself lingering, too, face pleasantly warm.
[Ah…
[…well.]
[It’d be rude to pull back too quickly, anyway, right? She tries not to stare deeply into his eyes or whatever; but her gaze falls on his lips instead, which is hardly an improvement.]
All this for a yes-or-no question, huh? [It’s softer than she means for it to be.]
[Idly Aubrey gives Eren a light scritch.] It was your answer, but… I’d say yes.
[There is, at least, a little grumble in his sleep; overall, he doesn't look too perturbed; in fact, presses his head against Aubrey's hand where she's scratching.]
[Eren’s just like a cat, actually—right down to pushing for more when the attention’s elsewhere. Aubrey’s about to play-shush him, whether out loud or in thought, and then Armin touches their foreheads and takes her thoughts with.
[It’s hard to take any offense when he laughs like that. This is… not good… maybe…? He retreats before Aubrey can mull over that too much, but she blushes anew at his words.]
Th… Thanks....
[And then, again. Moreso. In a rather mortified fashion, actually.]
What…?
[A grin cracks at Aubrey’s mouth like the warning growl of a small animal.]
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Captain Levi? He's here?
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…Yeah. Back at, ah, a different friend’s house.
[She manages to keep her tone neutral enough, somehow. Maybe a little too blank, considering she’s trying not to betray any strong opinions; her thoughts haven’t settled enough for even an involuntary one to form.]
At least, that’s where I last saw him.
[But I doubt he’s going anywhere. With a limp like that…? For however much spatial permanence matters here, and if he’s not world-shifting on purpose....]
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[He nods, understanding.
[He's...sorry that Captain Levi has to be here. If anything, what he deserves is rest, and it's not as if there's much left of their world, but...Armin and Mikasa want to be with Eren. He can't imagine that Levi does...]
Sorry. Whose...turn is it again?
[Armin can also tell that something is going on in Aubrey's head, but she doesn't exactly look as though she wants to share, so...]
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[…Huh. Aubrey thought Armin might have more to say about that revelation. No questions or anything…?
[She is perfectly fine with him not asking, though.] Right, ah… [Mental rewind. This, from Eren sleeping, from his tree—] My turn.
[The number rolls… and when it lands, Aubrey makes a face.]
Ninety-eight: “Do older or younger partners turn you on more?”
The fuck kind of a question is that?
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[Aside from that, Captain Levi will always feel like a superior to Armin - a role model, someone to be respected. It doesn't matter that he himself technically in charge now. It feels wrong to talk about him when he's not here. Especially in front of Eren...
[So the question is a reprieve, even for it's...strangeness. Armin wrinkles his nose.]
Is that...really something people think about? I've only ever been with someone the same age, but as long as they were within a similar window, I don't really see how age matters.
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[So Armin finds it strange, too. Good. She would’ve started looking at him weird (voluntarily or otherwise) if he didn’t.]
Yeah, it’s like that in my world, too. If you do make a big deal of it you’re kind of a weirdo.
[Somewhere, faintly, Aubrey is reminded that she was not cognizant of Eren’s age, and hadn’t even thought to ask, until… fairly late. But that would have changed things, so her dignity’s intact.] Anyway, uh. Your go.
kept the question bc it's funny to me
[The numbers roll. When Armin sees the world's next selection, he just looks confused.]
Twenty-three: have you ever received a...homemade chocolate-- [He cuts himself off to give Aubrey an exasperated look.]
How can it go from questions like that to everything else they've asked?
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I think this game just hates you, pal. [Which is… probably not something she should be joking about, but. Come on. First round, heartbreak exposure, now… whatever the hell is going on here.]
[Aubrey shakes her head, sharing the exasperation.] It’s like a microcosm of this whole place. Nice one second, then… [With a vague wave at the TV. Shame there’s no remote; it probably wouldn’t work, anyway.]
Oh, and no. I haven’t received a homemade chocolate. [She’s not sure if it’s supposed to be a chocolate-something, but the answer’s no anyway.]
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[He looks exasperated. Is the next question going to ask about his worst break-up, his first time, or whether or not someone has ever drawn a heart on a piece of paper in the same room as him? Ridiculous...]
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[Deep breath in. Bring it on, or whatever.]
Number thr—
[She stops. Turns. Looks Armin dead in the eye.] Question three. “Are you a good kisser.”
I'm running with this
[Armin's eyes go wide, face exploding with pink blush.]
I didn't say that. Didn't think it--
That wasn't me.
RUN BOY RUN
[What do you know, the reaction is mirrored!]
Huh? Yeah, I heard— It wasn’t—
[Wait. Shit. Not the first time—and yet?]
[Sputtering on autopilot,] In front of Eren?!
[“Armin, would you do it?”]
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[So, he offers a weak echo instead.] In front of Eren...?
[He stares at his sleeping friend. Eren's brow is pinched. He must be hearing all of this too...]
I...
Not...not without...talking to him first...?
[Oh, yikes...]
I'm sorry! I really don't mean anything by that-- I-I'm sorry.
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[Thing is, (Aubrey’s realizing, as Armin stalls and sputters,) she could’ve said “no way” or “not interested” or literally anything except “in front of our love interest?”.
[These are also things Armin could be saying.]
Look, [she says, no sooner has Armin finished; back to being flat,] this world’s grilled me and Eren before. And not playing along isn’t an option, so—
Try to ask me something else, and if that doesn’t work, then. [Quick glance to Eren. Aubrey can’t quite read his expression, maybe it’s the angle or that he’s asleep, but. Well, he knows what this place can be like. A quick thought his way—Sorry—but it’s better than tempting another barrage, right…?]
[Back to Armin. Small shrug. Finishing the sentence:] Fuck it.
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I...
[He glances at the TV, waiting for a number. They seem to roll on forever...
[No, really. They aren't stopping.]
I don't know what to ask...
["Are you attracted to Armin?"]
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[Aubrey is quickly losing the resolve she scraped up for that little speech. When the question hits, she rubs her face, groaning.] Ughhh…
See, I would’ve said no, right? Not in that way. No offense, it’s not you, just—
[Rip off the band-aid, girl.] I kinda screwed myself over with that answer, earlier. You’re… strong. And your blush is kinda cute I guess and the point is, it’s a dumb game and Eren is my husband no matter what.
[The world forced that little hastily-mumbled part out of her. Totally.] So.
Yeah.
[“And you, Armin?”]
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I mean...
[Why is his heart beating faster? This is weird...]
Of course, she's-- [He's talking to Aubrey, here.] You, I mean. You're...you're very pretty. I don't think that's some big mystery...
["Kiss him, Aubrey. I dare you."]
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[“I don’t think that’s some big mystery…” Nail bat right to whatever facade she had left!]
[She’s not sure if she’s grateful for the “dare,” sparing them another round of sputtering madness, or if she hates it because it kinda feels like there’s no way she’s not taking it. Maybe it’s that competitive spirit, burning in her yet. Or, moreso, it’s how Armin looks like this, boyish and blushing. It’s very… human. Not that that was ever in question for him, when he was so expressive and alive from the getgo, but…
[Fuck it. It’s cute.]
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[At some point Aubrey started petting Eren’s hair, as if to apologize and/or reassure him in advance; that hand goes still, resting on him, while the other reaches for Armin’s chin. If he was anyone else she might just dive in, get it over with, but it’s Armin and that feels crass.]
[Aubrey shrugs, as if her face isn’t threatening to match her hair.] Dare’s a dare.
[She leans in to kiss him.]
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[How could anything this low stakes not turn out okay after everything they've been through?
[Armin is a good kisser. He's had a lot of practice. He cups her face with one hand and kisses her. It doesn't drag on and on - he has no ulterior motives. But it's a full kiss, lips parting around lips, moving together and then breaking apart. He doesn't mean to linger as long as he does once its done.
[His stomach seems to do a backflip. Oh dear...]
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[Aubrey, for one, isn’t too worried about her relationship with Eren. Rings and double vows and all. And this is low-stakes—even as Armin cups her face, and his lips part, and Aubrey finds herself lingering, too, face pleasantly warm.
[Ah…
[…well.]
[It’d be rude to pull back too quickly, anyway, right? She tries not to stare deeply into his eyes or whatever; but her gaze falls on his lips instead, which is hardly an improvement.]
All this for a yes-or-no question, huh? [It’s softer than she means for it to be.]
[Idly Aubrey gives Eren a light scritch.] It was your answer, but… I’d say yes.
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[It feels...wonderful, really. But eventually, he has to pull away. This is only a game, after all.]
Thanks, Aubrey. I'd say yes too. [Oh. Not about himself--] About you, I mean.
[He clears his throat.]
Anyway...uhm...
[Ah. The numbers. They're rolling once again.]
One-fifty-five. What's something you've always wanted to try, uhm...I guess...
That would mean...sexually.
back in the “i have no fucking icons for this” trenches lads
[Eren’s just like a cat, actually—right down to pushing for more when the attention’s elsewhere. Aubrey’s about to play-shush him, whether out loud or in thought, and then Armin touches their foreheads and takes her thoughts with.
[It’s hard to take any offense when he laughs like that. This is… not good… maybe…? He retreats before Aubrey can mull over that too much, but she blushes anew at his words.]
Th… Thanks....
[And then, again. Moreso. In a rather mortified fashion, actually.]
What…?
[A grin cracks at Aubrey’s mouth like the warning growl of a small animal.]
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It's...not really me asking, Aubrey.
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