This one is less humorous. SsooooOOOOOOooo.
Tap.
"Is this on?"
Tap. sRHghshhsh. It fell on the ground, and got picked up right away, after a bit of scrambling.
"I do not think so. It seems highly unlikely that you can use a piece of technology."
"What's this?"
Tap. Tap.
"Ah. It seems that you realized how to open this."
"You see, Mikasa!" Sasha said with enthusiasm, her face lighting up. "I'm not a country bumpkin!"
"… Here's a potato."
"Yay!"
"…Whose camera is this? I thought Christa only had a cellphone." The electronic object sailed through the air to land into Mikasa's palm, her face finally coming into view. She looked exactly the same, her bright brown eyes looking right into the camera, albeit her long hair and a simple white shirt.
Between the long period of silence, there were only crunching and munching to be heard.
"Sasha."
"YEmsmogh?"
"A bit quieter please."
"Orkray…"
"Hmmmm…" Mikasa paused for a second and threw it at Sasha once again, knocking against her forehead, making a terrible crack sound. She had expected the girl to catch it.
"What was a- that for?"
"…You sound like Mario."
"Weeh?"
Mikasa patted Sasha on the head, the camera falling off Sasha's thighs. "I'm sorry." She smiled gently. It thumped on the floor with a loud smack. "I'm going to buy you some food after this meeting."
The potato girl never saw a kind of smile on that face before, as she only saw her smile like that to Eren.
"WAIT WHAT THE FU-" Heavy footsteps clattered and skidded over the vinyl floor. Drops of water were heard in the short distance away from the couch. The voice yelling was evidently Ymir's. "POTATO GIRL DID YOU JUST DROP THAT CAMERA!?"
"YES!" Sasha yelled enthusiastically, putting her fists up in the air with tears bordering her eyes. When she realized her BAD BAD mistake, and slowly turned her head, fear establishing in the bottom of her heart. Fuck.
Ymir's glare was scary enough to make potato girl use Mikasa as a human shield and shiver in fear. The human shield didn't have the same reaction however. She just sat there, looking back at the scary lady with an aloof look.
"Move." She said, uttering menacingly. A dark shadow surrounded her features.
Mikasa didn't move. What a rebel. Instead, she pointed behind Ymir. "Ah." She muttered, expressing her surprise as her eyebrows went up a bit.
The other girl didn't really fall for it, knowing that it was A TRAP. She played that card every time she went face to face with her in a combat situation. The instincts. The instincts were too strong. Falling for it, she looked at where she pointed and almost immediatly received a naked foot to the face, if she didn't dodge it with a quick swipe of her arm.
The camera flew back a dozen centimeters to the right, after Ymir lightly pushed it to the side with her foot.
"Don't try to attack people when they weren't the person who dropped it."
"I didn't want to attack the potato girl over there; I just wanted to give to her a piece of my mind." She patted her arm, pretty sure that there's going to be a mark there soon enough. Sasha was distractedly eating the potato in her hand at the same time.
"Knowing your wretched personality, it's the same thing."
"IT'S NOT."
Mikasa was giving her an incredulous look. They both had a staredown for a few minutes before Ymir broke her gaze away, tired.
"Geezus, why do these things always happen to me." The woman sighed, again, trudging noisily to the camera. She putted it up on the counter with a smooth motion.
Click.
Straightening up, she dried her hair with the towel on her shoulders. Ymir glanced at the strong lady.
"So, what's the potato teen doing here."
"She's not a teenager anymore. Sasha is 18."
"Yeah, I figured. Same as Christa. Still living with you?"
Giving a nod of the head, Mikasa went back to the couch, sitting next to her protégé.
"Why are you here, if you don't have any trouble with paperwork and stuff- I know I'm the goddamn person who let you in, but I'm pretty sure it's not to test my abrasive personality."
"I'm here for Christa."
"AH?" Ymir was getting animated. Her eyes glinted menacingly.
She's 18. You don't have to protect her- she's a grown woman.
"Not for frick fracking or anything of the sort, don't worry. We're just going to talk." She reassured Ymir, knowing of her overprotective personality (LOOK WHO'S TALKING) regarding Christa.
"Ah."
Sasha leaned in and whispered in Mikasa's ear. "What's-a frick fracking?"
"You are too young to learn about that, Mario."
Retracing her steps, Ymir strode to the kitchen, which was a few feet away from the camera.
"She's gonna come out in a few minutes." She hollered, with a dead pan tone. The refrigerator opened under her light touch, humming as the freckled woman scanned the few items in the fridge with her eyes.
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Christa turned away and walked back into the room.
