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IN WHICH ARAMINTA CUTS HER FINGER! *ೃ༄ ARMS TONITE ∕ CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
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ARAMINTA HOLM WAS A GOOD SOLDIER. During Eren's recovery mission, she had earned herself three kills, and ten assists. And, she was number six in her class, which was a very impressive number. She was disciplined, and followed orders, and not to mention very skilled with ODM gear and killing things. On top of all of that, she had been recently selected to join the new Levi Squad, which was a huge accomplishment for a Scout.
And how did they put her skills to use?
By making her do household chores. Like the ones she used to do when she was a little kid.
"Do you think I could sneak some of this to my room?" Sasha asked, licking her lips as she looked at all of the food laid out on the cart in front of them. She reached out to grab a sack, but Jean was quick to smack her fingers away.
"Don't." Was all he said, as he lifted a bag up over his shoulder. Sasha made a whine, but didn't reply, picking up a basket full of fruit. Araminta smiled at the interaction, grabbing onto another sack to hold in her arms.
"Are you sure you should be lifting that?" Jean asked, giving Araminta a suspicious look. She rolled her eyes.
"Actually, the doctor told me I'm just about all healed up. So I don't need you to do all my heavy lifting anymore." She said, and then it was Jean's turn to roll his eyes.
"I feel like you're lying, but who am I to stop you." He sighed, picking up the last sack before heading inside. It was all true, the doctor did say her wrist looked surprisingly great for someone who had definitely overused it. But as much fun as it was, she didn't want to argue with Jean.
Ever since they had returned to Trost District after rescuing Eren, Araminta had felt a blissful happiness she had never felt before. Reiner and Bertholdt were (hopefully) dead, all of her friends had survived, and she had finally accepted the things she had been trying so hard to keep mashed down and out of sight. There was no more anger left in her, which was something of a miracle.
"Don't these potatoes just look so... So..." Sasha stared at the basket she held, her mouth practically drooling all over them.
"Sasha, No." Armin said.
"I swear to god, if you steal any of that food, I'm telling Levi so he will chop you up into a million little pieces." Jean said as the four walked in through the door of the small cottage they were staying at.
"Okay, okay, I won't!" Sasha replied, though her tone wasn't very convincing.
"Hey! Did you guys remember to wipe the dirt off your shoes before you came in?!" Araminta perked up to see Eren looking at them frantically, his broom gripped tightly in his hands. His eyes met her own, and unsurprisingly, her cheeks went hot.
Eren and Araminta were in a very weird place. He liked her, and she liked him, but she wasn't sure he was aware of the second part--especially after she had panicked and stopped him from kissing her. But if he did know, he had not made any effort to bring it up a single time. She couldn't blame him, since she hadn't brought it up either. How was she supposed to bring that up, though? Sometimes, when they were working on something together, she considered just grabbing his face and kissing him, screaming hey dummy! I like you too! But she had made a vow she would have a romantic first kiss with him, so there was no way she would do that.
Instead of staring at him any longer, and possibly causing someone to notice, her eyes darted to her feet. Well, at least she had remembered to wipe her feet on the rug before coming in. Unfortunately, she couldn't say the same for the rest of her friends.
"Huh? No! Didn't you see how full my arms were when I walked in? I was busy!" Jean shouted, setting all of the bags he was carrying down.
"You really think that excuse is gonna work on Captain Levi?" Eren asked, pointing the mop tip aggressively at Jean. "If I hadn't personally tucked in the corners of your sheets this morning--"
"Quit nagging me! Who are you, my mother?!" Jean snapped, and Araminta couldn't help but chuckle at the little dispute. It took her back to the dinner room in the Training Corps, when they would fight nearly every night.
The door opened, reveal Mikasa and Christa--or Historia, Araminta always forgot her real name--with chopped wood in both of their arms. "We're back." Mikasa announced.
"Wait, were you just chopping wood?" Armin asked incredulously.
"Gotta stay in shape." Mikasa replied with a shrug.
"You got grabbed by a Titan! You should be in bed!"
"Hey, if Mikasa says she's feeling better, she's feeling better. Okay?" Araminta told them, putting her hand on Mikasa's shoulder. "It's sweet that you guys worry, but nobody knows their own body better than themselves."
