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Armin Arlert | Attack on Titan

[cowardace]

[In a moment of self-discovery, Armin has realized that he's actually quite fond of the waterside. He can only assume this is the edge of an ocean, as it's wide and fast and all he can see. The splashing of the water next to him lets him know that his Marill is getting a kick out of it as well.

This world is ten times stranger than his own home world, especially how their 'monsters' come in the forms of small beasts--or some large ones, given the dragons--but none are as huge and ridiculous as titans. No one's even heard of titans.

It feels like a world without fear and it's odd. Armin's still on edge, but not right now. Standing here, pants rolled up, on the beach, while one monster (who's actually rather adorable and not nearly as 'monster' like) plays next to him... It's peaceful.]

slams into

[bertall]

<sub>[When Bertholt climbed on his Arcanine's back and told him to go wherever he pleased, he wasn't sure what he was expecting. Maybe for the Arcanine to get him lost in the forest or in a cave somewhere as a playful gesture, but to be brought back to a familiar town? That was honestly the last thing on his mind.

Then again, so was spotting a very familiar uniform on the last person he thought he'd see again. To Bert, their last interaction was... less than pleasant.

Still, something in him tugged on the Arcanine's fur to get him to stop, earning a curious 'Aroo?' in return.]</sub>

A-Armin...?

because I can't pick a time yet we're gonna play the I DIDN'T KNOW game

[cowardace]

[Upon hearing his name, Armin turns around, glancing up. Bertholt? The sight of his teammate has him rather surprised--how long has he been here that he's already riding a beast around? And that thing is far larger than his.]

Hey! When did you arrive!?

best game

[bertall]

_{[--Ah, he wasn't hostile. That's good. That's... That's always good, especially here.]}

I-I, uh... I-I've been here for about half a year.

\o/

[cowardace]

[The reaction has him staring for a solid half a minute. He picks up his feet, walking closer to him.]

Half... a year? No, that can't be right; I saw you just yesterday.

I apologize in advance

[dancemania]

Hmm? Now, what do we have here?

[This general statement seems to be coming from a rather... eccentric individual in a gaudy beautiful pink kimono standing nearby. Well, chances are Armin isn't familiar with that sort of fashion anyway.

Amane walks closer to the boy, remaining as graceful as ever despite the beach not being a perfect surface to walk on while wearing platform sandals. Given how he's been brought here without his consent, he's gotta do with whatever stage he's given, after all. He's followed by two Kirlias, each on his side, looking up at their master as he stops right in front of Armin.]

My... You're quite a cutie!

[... Definitely a perfect way for starting a conversation with a complete stranger, yes.]

[cowardace]

[What in the world... Armin's quite bewildered by everything involving this particular individual--from calling him a 'cutie' to the robe-like dressing (which he could have mistaken as a robe if not for just the quality of the material itself), but they (she?) seemed nice enough.

Of course, he doesn't move past turning and staring, until his manners catch up to him and he stammers out a greeting.]

O-oh, uh, were you talking to me?

[dancemania]

[Yes, yes, he knows he's fabulous.]

Why of course! Who else would I be talking to?

[Amane seems positively thrilled now as he steps even closer Armin, clearly unfamiliar with the concept of personal space.]

Would you mind sharing your name, my dear?

[... Yes, he just called him "my dear". Don't worry about that too much, it's just one of those things Amane does.]

[cowardace]

[My what? Armin just stands up a little straighter, trying to seem professional here.]

Ah, uh... I mean, My name is Armin Arlert of the Survey Corps. H-how can I help you?

[dancemania]

What a charming name! It suits someone as pretty as yourself.

[Amane leans in to take a good look at Armin's face, studying it for a moment. His boyish appearance certainly catches the man's eye, though he wouldn't exactly describe him a childish; if anything, he'd go with "innocent" and perhaps a bit "naive" at the first sight... although there were underlying tones of a mature man behind his words. Added that to the way he speaks and acts... It feels like exactly what Amane is looking for!]

My dear Armin, I have an offer you simply cannot refuse!

[He makes a pause for emphasis (and, let's be real, dramatics) before finally smiling brightly at him as he declares:]

Become mine!

[... YEAH.]

[cowardace]

Ehhh?!

[He's never been called 'pretty' before except in teasing, but this seems far less like teasing and a little more... worrisome, to be honest. How does one react to this?

But of course, he figures he should decline gracefully, or as gracefully as possible.]

I--I couldn't! [He holds up his hands before him.] I'm terribly useless in anything except strategy, I'm certain. A-and I don't know if my commander would let me leave for anything!