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       ≾ ❦ ≿▐▬♦◊ ▬▬     _{Another sigh managed to slip past the girl’s lips
                         before they were pursed together, grey eyes flickering down to Armin’s
                         stomach as the boy clutched at it. Worry began to bubble up in her
                         own belly; what if he’d eaten something poisonous? He could get
                         terribly sick, or worse - die!}

                         _{Mikasa’s eyes wandered upwards to the blonde’s face, inhaling a
                         sharp breath to help calm her fear. No, Armin was too smart to have
                         ingested such a thing, and even if he had, he’d certainly recognize the
                         effects, right? Didn’t he used to read those medical books that Eren
                         had swiped from his father’s shelf?}

                        _{“If you were… Pregnant;” The black-haired warrior started, reaching a
                         hand up to brush stray locks from her eyes. She had decided that she
                        should at least attempt to settle her friend’s worries - even if they were
                        completely (in her mind, at least) ridiculous. “I would help, Armin.
                        You’re also part of my family, you know.”}

▍ ▎ ▏ { ☼ } ;

                  His troubled, sapphire eyes followed her outwardly calm, calculated
        movements, lingering on her stoic facial features—or at least, what he had
                 e  x p e c t e d  to be…stoic.

                  To another person, yes, Mikasa was the walking, talking, possibly
        p r i m e definition of such a word, but to him—to Armin—she was anything but.
        The light quiver of her breaths and airiness of her sighs were enough to
              prove that she was concerned;
                      perhaps about him and his well-being and perhaps not in the
        same way that he was concerned for himself…
                         but concerned n o n e t h e l e s s.

                  (He had often seen her spare this gaze at Eren and Jean, though their icy
        recklessness rendered them merely o b l i v i o u s  to it. That fact in and of itself
                              stirred a slight vexation in the blond;
        were they too preoccupied with their head up their asses to take note of how
                              protective Mikasa was toward them—
                                              and if they were aware of such a concept,
        were they too unnerving to convey their appreciation?

                  Maybe they had their own way of expressing their gratitude…and maybe
        it’d be best not to dwell on such thoughts.
                           Both Eren and Jean were good people with good intentions;
                 it was wrong for him to counter that with something fleeting.)

                  ❝R-Right!❞ Armin agreed, the tone in his voice falling feeble.
        In the midst of his train of thought,
                     he had almost forgotten his existing dilemma.
        ❝But still—my situation w-won’t be a burden to you?❞

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       ≾ ❦ ≿▐▬♦◊ ▬▬     _{Strands of black hair brushed softly across the young
                         soldier’s face as she slowly shook her head, lids blinking and a small
                         sigh escaping parted lips. Was that the cause of Armin’s exclamation?
                         Yes, illness must be the reason for the brainy boy announcing such an
                         illogical claim.}

                        _{“I don’t think that necessarily means you are carrying another life,
                         Armin.”}

▍ ▎ ▏ { ☼ } ;

                  The blond’s dulling blue eyes feebly pierced into hers as he unhappily
        clutched his stomach, the urge to writhe in discomfort explicitly t e m p t i n g.

                  Perhaps Mikasa was right; the clamoring of his foul stomachache may
        indeed n o t be a result of his self-proclaimed ❝pregnancy❞.
                                                      (But on the other hand, perhaps she was wrong.)

                  ❝Suppose I am, though,❞ he drawled. ❝What would become of me? I’m
        not suited to raise a child!❞

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       ≾ ❦ ≿▐▬♦◊ ▬▬     _{“…What?” It took all of Mikasa’s strength to not sputter 
                         in shock at the blonde’s declaration, instead setting for gazing at him, 
                         wide-eyed, in the most confused look the girl could manage.} 

                         _{”Armin… Are you alright?”}

▍ ▎ ▏ { ☼ } ;

                  ❝I feel ill.❞
                  At this point, Armin h i m s e l f  wasn’t certain as to whether or not his
        previous exclamation had been a mere joke or something even slightly
                  relevant;
                            oh, why did he succumb to finishing that u n h o l y piece of bread?