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"You missed a spot." Levi glowered at you from over his shoulder as he scrubbed at the floor, on his hands and knees. "Shut up, brat," he retorted. You noticed his insult didn't have its usual bite, and you smiled softly. "I brought you something," you offered cheerfully, presenting the tray you had in your hands. "Eh?" he said curiously, eyebrows raised. He looked at the substance inside the two mugs and the small bowl from his spot on the floor, raven hair pulled back from his face by a pure white bandanna. "The hell is this?" You set it down on his desk, grabbing Levi's gloved hand and pulling him to his feet. He stood only an inch ta

Snowy first noticed something was wrong when he started speaking English. No, like, always. Francis rarely spoke a sentence without some French word or other mixed in. So when everything was said in perfect, complete English, she was a little confused. To say the least. Francis knew English as well as anyone, of course, but he always carried a little piece of his home around with him in his language. He hadn't said the word "cherie" in a week. And that, in and of itself, was insane. The second thing Snowy noticed was that Francis no longer had much interest in cooking. As the president of the Gourmet Food club in high school and on into

Snowy snuggled into her couch, watching the next episode of Attack on Titan. She pulled her shirt more tightly around herself, smiling at the familiar scent. He'd been away at world meetings for several weeks now, and he left her his favorite worn "I Heart Paris" shirt to remember him by. This was a ritual of theirs. He had to leave often for work, but each time they'd give each other something to make the days seem less long. This time, he'd give her a tee-shirt (which she'd barely taken off since he left. Snowy would never admit that, though!), and she'd given him one of her sketchbooks, full of the most beautiful workings of her inner min

Beep! Beep! Beep! You finally managed to swing over and bat the alarm clock off of the table with your sleepy hand, effectively shutting it off. You sighed in relief, letting sleep wash over your tired form once again. Finally... Saturday. ...Saturday! With a pang of realization, you threw off your blankets and jumped to your feet, showering and getting into [f/outfit] more quickly than you thought possible, running a comb through your hair and brushing your teeth vigorously. You smiled at your reflection in your excitement. Today's the day! you thought excitedly. You ran outside and quickly drove to the place Francis told you to meet h

"Reiner, stop it. Shorty is going to kill me." "Never," he said playfully, looking up at your from the foot of the hospital bed and grinning like the big idiot he was. Sina, you loved that big idiot. He moved the pen in another small swirl and then leaned back to admire his handy work. "Oh, I am the best nurse ever." You scoffed at stared down at the cast on your leg. Tiny little spirals and hearts littered it in a red ink (courtesy of the Lance Corporal, who was none the wiser), as well as several declarations of "I love Reiner" and "Reiner's Property: Hands Off". Down at the bottom, he signed his name in his absolute best handwriting.

It was midnight, and the gentle moonlight shining in through the window of the dorm room you shared with [Friend], in addition to the gentle breeze, made it seem as though everything was calm and serene. At peace. Well, that was, everything except you. You grunted in frustration, crumpling up another sheet of music and tossing it to an indiscriminate place in the general direction of your trash can. The thing was full, anyway. It wasn't like it mattered. You should have been done by now. Otoya was counting on you to write a great song for your next performance grade. But somehow, you just couldn't find the inspiration. You stared down at