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It was a rare sight to behold.
Eren, despite his good looks, had never been popular with girls. There was something in him that worked as a woman repellent, and he would occasionally admit it with a note of grievance in his voice, though Armin had always thought it was feigned.
Armin would joke about it, offering to be Eren’s wingman for the evening—a joke that quickly turned much weirder once their relationship shifted from “best friends who stared at each other's lips too often” to “best friends who knew exactly what the other looked like naked.” Eren, though, had a twisted sense of humour too, so he’d shoot back: “Sure, honey, before or after you blow me?”
That girl seemed different, and seeing how Eren was chirping away with her like he was auditioning for a romcom, Armin suddenly realized how unfunny that joke actually was.
“You’re nothing like the others,” Eren said. “Usually nobody gets it.”
“What's not to get? We should totally kill them all. Fucking bastards.”
“See? You're amazing!” Eren beamed, then spun toward Armin. “Hey, she also thinks that douchebag government of ours screwed up by cancelling the death penalty last month!”
Armin sighed, “The ones who killed once, now get the life sentence. Anyone who killed two or more still gets the death penalty. And they’ve replaced the electric chair with gas. No one but you sees this change as an insult to the justice.”
The girl snorted. “You do realize this is how it always starts, right? First they go soft on the so-called minor offenders, then the bar keeps moving. It’s boiling frogs all the way.”
“No, it’s an exaggeration. The laws are still severe enough to keep your bloodthirst satisfied.” Armin snapped.
He didn’t know why he was getting all defensive and mad at her. Well, maybe he did. He was just reluctant to admit he let jealousy get the better of him. He thought he was smarter than that.
“You’re quite a pacifist, ha?” she snorted again, her derision all the more evident. “I'm not bloodthirsty—sorry for believing that murderers should pay for their sins.”
“And they would pay, spending a lifetime in jail. Is this not enough for you?”
She rolled her eyes and turned to Eren. “It was nice talking to you,” she said, and after brushing his shoulder with her fingers, walked off toward another laughing group at the party.
Eren’s stare was intense, and it made Armin feel more awkward. Is he mad at me for ruining his moment with someone who shares his views? This was so stupid.
“Come with me,” Eren said suddenly, grabbing Armin’s arm. He dragged him into an empty room and, without a word, began fumbling with Armin’s pants, trying to strip him down.
Armin sighed. “Can’t wait till we get home?”
“Nah, and it’s your fault,” Eren muttered, his lips brushing the rim of Armin’s ear. .
“What?”
“Yesterday you told me it’s not fair that no matter how many people someone kills, the worst we can do is take the murderer’s life once. That girl was a snowflake compared to you—and you called her bloodthirsty. So cynical. I was afraid she’d notice my boner.”
“I can’t help it if you get turned on by really weird shit.”
“Then stop doing weird shit. Stop being a hypocrite I want to fuck.”
Armin just kissed him, thinking, No.