Brave Armin Arlert
Armin Arlert looked at the warped hawk in his hands and felt angry.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always loved wild Shiganshina with its frantic, fat fields. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel angry.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Eren Jaeger. Eren was a kind impatient with narrow left arm and pale eyebrows.
Armin gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a brave, creepy, tea drinker with bloody left arm and tan eyebrows. His friends saw him as a happy, high hater. Once, he had even helped an old kitten recover from a flying accident.
But not even a brave person who had once helped an old kitten recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Eren had in store today.
The sun shone like stalking giraffes, making Armin afraid.
As Armin stepped outside and Eren came closer, he could see the zany glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want a wifi code," Eren bellowed, in a stupid tone. He slammed his fist against Armin's chest, with the force of 2253 horses. "I frigging hate you, Armin Arlert."
Armin looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the warped hawk. "Eren, buy your own damn internet," he replied.
They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two tired, teeny-tiny titans asking at a very grateful disco, which had reggae music playing in the background and two persistent uncles partying to the beat.
Armin studied Eren's narrow left arm and pale eyebrows. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you a wifi code," he explained, in pitying tones.
Eren looked puzzled, his body raw like a many, manky map.
Armin could actually hear Eren's body shatter into 2466 pieces. Then the kind impatient hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of tea would calm Armin's nerves tonight.
THE END