[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.]
I know. [She fixes her eyes on that blasted TV, instead.]
[Something something bandaid. Her stray hand scratches at (grabs at, more like) her mouth, and the other closes and opens around her husband’s hair in an absent-yet-anxious gesture. Eren should be the one with this information, and no one else, and yet.]
[Spit it out before you’re dared to fuck on the cou—] It’s a boring answer; I’m a virgin.
[Bury her now yadda yadda yadda.] It’s not like I buy that save-yourself abstinence crap… but why the hell would I trust some doofus just to say I did it?
[Aubrey still feels more than a little humiliated, but of all unwitting audiences… well, Armin wouldn’t be her last choice. Between his words and Eren’s silent message, she huffs, somewhat less tense.]
[For Eren alone: I will.]
[And out loud,] Thanks. And I won’t judge you either.
[The static keeps spinning. Oh, yeah—] So, I guess my answer is “literally anything.” Hah…
[That’ll work.]
Alright, Armin, number fifty… “Would you be willing to rebel against society for love?”
[Aubrey is… a little distracted, from that last exchange, but Armin’s answer is short and bittersweet and it makes sense. Surely Eren’s known by people who’d do far worse than kick him. She’d like to help him forget that....]
[But! For now, on to the next question. Idly Aubrey thinks she’d be more flustered if it hadn’t just spiked; as-is, she shrugs a little.]
Guess it’s when you start doing… well, romantic things. Kissing and all that.
[…A belated realization.] —And, uh, if you want it to be romantic. It’s— I don’t know, the “what are we” talk?
[“Armin, do you have a crush on anyone right now?” Which Aubrey hears too, despite the lack of roll. Just double-whammy him, sure.]
[Oh. Well, that’s fair. Aubrey nods, catching the subtext but attempting to ignore it.] Yeah. Just having a crush doesn’t mean it has to turn into anything—
[“Do you want it to, Aubrey?”]
[Pointing both hands open at Eren, exasperated once more:] I’m married.
[At this, Armin can't help but smile. He gets it. He really does. And sometimes you do have to find things to laugh at, even in uncomfortable situations. Eren's expression isn't helping - disgruntled, confused.]
Actually, Aubrey...I think this might be a good time to ask...
[Since Eren is married too...]
When Eren and I reunited...
Well, you saw what happened. I know you aren't oblivious, but...I guess I'm just sort of wondering...
Does that...behavior bother you?
It's worth discussing, I think. [Even if Eren should really be a part of that...
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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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I know. [She fixes her eyes on that blasted TV, instead.]
[Something something bandaid. Her stray hand scratches at (grabs at, more like) her mouth, and the other closes and opens around her husband’s hair in an absent-yet-anxious gesture. Eren should be the one with this information, and no one else, and yet.]
[Spit it out before you’re dared to fuck on the cou—] It’s a boring answer; I’m a virgin.
[Bury her now yadda yadda yadda.] It’s not like I buy that save-yourself abstinence crap… but why the hell would I trust some doofus just to say I did it?
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And whatever your answers are, if this goes on…I’m not judging you for them. Okay?
[Maybe if they can…both agree to that, then this will be…less miserable.]
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Wait for me…
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[Aubrey still feels more than a little humiliated, but of all unwitting audiences… well, Armin wouldn’t be her last choice. Between his words and Eren’s silent message, she huffs, somewhat less tense.]
[For Eren alone: I will.]
[And out loud,] Thanks. And I won’t judge you either.
[The static keeps spinning. Oh, yeah—] So, I guess my answer is “literally anything.” Hah…
[That’ll work.]
Alright, Armin, number fifty… “Would you be willing to rebel against society for love?”
Huh. Tame.
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[The numbers roll. Sixty-four. Oh boy…]
Where do you draw the line between friendship and romance…?
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[Aubrey is… a little distracted, from that last exchange, but Armin’s answer is short and bittersweet and it makes sense. Surely Eren’s known by people who’d do far worse than kick him. She’d like to help him forget that....]
[But! For now, on to the next question. Idly Aubrey thinks she’d be more flustered if it hadn’t just spiked; as-is, she shrugs a little.]
Guess it’s when you start doing… well, romantic things. Kissing and all that.
[…A belated realization.] —And, uh, if you want it to be romantic. It’s— I don’t know, the “what are we” talk?
[“Armin, do you have a crush on anyone right now?” Which Aubrey hears too, despite the lack of roll. Just double-whammy him, sure.]
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[This world really is toying with them...]
You know...as sudden as it might seem, I think this world might be trying to get us to have the "what are we" talk right now...
[He smiles, half-apologetic.]
Sure. I do.
I've had crushes on plenty of people. I'm not really ashamed of that.
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[Oh. Well, that’s fair. Aubrey nods, catching the subtext but attempting to ignore it.] Yeah. Just having a crush doesn’t mean it has to turn into anything—
[“Do you want it to, Aubrey?”]
[Pointing both hands open at Eren, exasperated once more:] I’m married.
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Actually, Aubrey...I think this might be a good time to ask...
[Since Eren is married too...]
When Eren and I reunited...
Well, you saw what happened. I know you aren't oblivious, but...I guess I'm just sort of wondering...
Does that...behavior bother you?
It's worth discussing, I think. [Even if Eren should really be a part of that...
[They'll catch him up.]
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