AN: Just a bunch of random drabbles dedicated to the-jaeger-institute.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Shingeki No Kyojin

Sticky Fingers

"Hey!" Give it back!" Connie whined as he tried the grab the controller Sasha held high over her head out of his reach.

"Nu-uh." Sasha teased. "You have to get it yourself. Besides, consider this revenge for dunking that bowl of popcorn over my head. My hair is going to smell like butter for a week!"

The situation started while they were playing video games with their new friend Marco. Somehow, it escalated with nearly everyone , including Jean whom had unfortunately walked in at the wrong time, covered in sticky butter and popcorn. Jean and Marco left them behind in no doubt pursuit of the showers.

"But that's not fair!" Connie exclaimed in frustration. "You dumped it over my head, too."

"Yeah. Big whoop. You're nearly bald, it'll come out easily, me on the other hand…" She made a hand motion around her head for emphasis.

"Fine." The bald-haired boy scowled and sat down on the couch with his arms crossed.

Sasha looked down and felt a small pang of guilt. After all, she did dump it on him too.

"Hey." She said softly, lowering the controller and held it out to him. "If you want we can come back later after we clean up and take down zombies together."

Connie looked up with a shit-eating grin and snatched the controller from her grip. "I can't believe y-you fell for that." he wheezed. "That-that was priceless, you should've seen your face!" Connie was practically crying tears of laughter.

Sasha scowled and lunged for him, but he sprung to his feet and out of the way.

"Come back here you little shit!" She exclaimed and chased after Connie into the hall. About halfway down the hall Sasha caught up to him, thanks to her long legs, and looped her arms around his waist.

"H-hey let me go!" He squirmed, "You are really sticky an-"She grabbed his chin and cut him off with a kiss while her free hand sneakily stole his controller.

Connie flushed and pecked her back on the lips that tasted faintly of popcorn.

"I win." She panted.

"Yeah. Just this time. I guess we really should go clean up. Levi might murder us for leaving a trail of butter in his 'pristine' halls." He emphasized with quotation marks.

The sound of laughter was drowned out by a string of angry French curses.