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“Armin.” Eren’s brow furrowed as he held the phone between his ear and shoulder. “I need your help.”
“What is it?” His friend sounded reasonably exasperated, as though he knew the only reason Eren would be calling him at this time in the morning was because he needed help with something stupid.
He wasn’t wrong.
“I’m trying to make breakfast,” he said. After a moment, he clarified, “For Historia.”
“I know,” Armin said patiently. “What do you need me for?”
“Well, I’ve burned just about every egg I’ve tried.” His face heated up at this admission. He really was a terrible cook, but today was special for Historia and he wanted to try and learn.
“Listen,” Armin said gently, “why don’t you grab Historia? I’ll take Annie and we’ll meet you someplace for breakfast. I think I know where this is going.”