"Never fight in front of the kids. They know more than what they let on."
It's not every day that the 28-year-old's modeling manager walks into his dressing room after the fall preview photo session while he's still changing. The tall blonde surveys the room blank-faced, before settling on the twins who are giggling over a picture book in the corner. The stoic blond is wearing black slacks and a crisp white button up with his usual green bolo tie. He has his leather coat over one of his arms with loafers adorning his feet.
The little blond, one of the twins, is pointing at words and trying to sound them out. He's wearing a tan cardigan vest with a navy blue short-sleeved shirt underneath. He also has dark jeans on with converse to cover his tiny feet. The little blonde's blue eyes sparkle brightly when they learn a new word.
The boy's twin looked nothing like him. She has raven black hair with calm eyes of dark grey. Like her brother, she wears converse and jeans. Instead of a cardigan and shirt, she wears a white no-sleeve collared shirt that hangs open over a red tank-top.
The burnet, the twin's birth-giver, hurriedly pulls a clean shirt over his exposed upper body. There's no reason his manager should see why the twins were with him today. The brunette huffed.
"Close your mouth, you're staring Erwin," he said, letting irritation voice itself while he folded his arms in front of himself. That's right Eren, he thought, just act normal.
Erwin cleared his throat and drew back up to full height. He then discreetly closed the door to the dressing room, leaving the four of them in the mow crowed space.
"I didn't know you were bringing Armin and Mikasa today. I would have called Petra if I had known they were here." Erwin moved to pick up the younger blonde, settling the blonde boy in his arms before continuing. "Normally they're with Jean today. Something come up with work?"
At the mention of Jean's name, Erwin could feel Armin tense up. When he glanced at Mikasa, he saw anger and more importantly, fear: an emotion he'd yet to see in her little four almost five-year-old eyes before today. When Erwin looked at Eren though, he knew something was wrong. The burnet had turned away from him, packing the kid's bags.
"Something like that," Eren finally muttered, continuing his task.
There was an incessant tug on Erwin's trousers and he looked down. His eyes met Mikasa's. She pointed to the door then to herself, Armin and Erwin. Mikasa wanted to him and Armin for something. He thought he knew what she wanted, but as he pointed at Eren and sent her a questioning look, the young raven shook her head. That confirmed it. She wanted to talk about her dad, without him interfering. Erwin felt another tug, this time from Armin, who nodded. Yup, something was up; and the kids knew what.
