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“OK, got the coffee, got the granola bars, and water,” Historia double-checked the items in her hands and Ymir silently marveled at how much she could carry with such tiny arms. “Now scooch.”
“There’s plenty of room for you.”
“Move.”
“ Fine .” Ymir grumbled, slightly disheartened at the distance Historia was, knowingly or not, putting between them. She inched herself further away into the couch before sitting cross-legged again, her computer securely resting on her lap.
“We’re pulling an all-nighter.” Historia puffed her chest in determination before she reached for her cup of coffee, taking a tentative sip.
“Historia, the project isn’t due for another month.”
“So? If we finish this in a week, it’ll leave us plenty of time to play with fonts and colors.” She batted her eyelashes at her in a pleading look.
Ymir rolled her eyes inwardly; she was really whipped .
“As you wish.”
“But, we’ll be putting on the radio on a station of my choice.”
“Fine by me.”
Settling on a true crime podcast, Ymir deliberately ignored the way Historia huffed incredulously before settling back in the cushions again. She tried to focus on the screen in front of her, her heart thundering in her chest as their bare knees brushed lightly against each other.