temerarative:

“Hey…coconut head—”

“You okay? Your eyes look a little…d a r k.”

"—Oh! Me?”

“Y-Yes, I’m a l r i g h t…thank you for your concern, regardless.”

scarfoffate:

       ≾ ❦ ≿▐▬♦◊ ▬▬     _{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!❞

xbluecap

He slowly peeked closer, furrowing his brows nervously.
                               ”Y-you uhm…you haven happened to see a man in a top hat,
                                                                                          Have you?”

▍ ▎ ▏ { ☼ } ;

                  The blond managed to spare the boy the slightest tilt of the head before
        offering him a compunctious half smile.

                  ❝Can’t say I have—my apologies, nonetheless.❞

aravensflower:

            “There’s a good couple inches. A bigger difference that you’d think.”

            Slaps him. Not too hard, but there’s a mark. 

                        “I’m very sensitive about my height, okay?”

The impact, though not massively stinging in any way, was enough to snap the blond into the least bit of sense.

“So I see,” he replied apologetically, silently rubbing the area she had struck. “I’m very sorry to have provoked you.”

redcxmet:

_{«▼☫▲»}

_{❝ Carrying hunks of
metal on your waist?}

_{Doesn’t seem like
a strategic thing to
do to whomever you’re
up against. ❞}

▍ ▎ ▏ { ☼ } 

                  ❝From a general standpoint, I suppose not, but in c o n t e x t, it’s actually
        quite more strategic than you would first assume.❞

aravensflower:

            “Still a difference. “

            “I’m still not short. You’re short.”

“Yes, but like I said, it’s not much of one.”

“Whether you accept this fact or not, we are both short;
I’m just shorter.”

aravensflower:

            Cut her some slack, she could have said something much worse.

            She jumped, naturally, not having noticed she’d been staring. By some miracle. You’d think she’s notice that she’s been staring at blondie over there for the past two minutes.

                        “Haha, I wasn’t staring, promise.” Lies. So many lies.

Slack has been cut (not really).

Armin felt a chuckle elude his lips upon witnessing the girl squirm, offering her a polite half-smile at an attempt to lighten the mood (he had never been too keen on that, by the way—in fact, he was much more adept in creating awkward atmospheres rather than improving them.).

“No harm done,” he replied amiably, managing to slip away from her evident cover-up.

aravensflower:

            Oh, here we go.

            “I’m not short! I’m taller than you, and I’m of average height!”

“—By a mere two or three inches you are.”

“In other words: that’s not exactly monumental.”

terraphernelia:

[☄]— “Not really, I mean…do I actually need one?”

“No,”

“I suppose not.”