summary of previous section; lava boy decapitates bowlfruit and treats the severed head to a nice dinner. erwin walks in whiel the flame prince is feeding the breadstick to sad horny horse boy.

Livaille laghs "you could say that." he said, gesturing towads his skinny jeans. Jeans mumbles, eyes widen like moon, as he tongues the rest of the bloody breadlog out of his oval oral orifice.

"w-what" is all he manages to spit out: a small crumb catapulted from his agape mouth towards Erwins, not unlike a Boeing 767-200ER. irwin smirks as the familiar moist sensation soaks into his pores, and even closes his eyes in pleasure. His mind wanders like a derailed locomotive, and he finds himself vaguely remembering a scene from his childhood..

"irwvin, honey, try some of grandmas biscuits!" his mother exclaimed in joy as the plump woman emerged into the kitchen, her hands full with a basket. pouting, irwin glared at nothing in particular, swinging his legs furiously under the kitchen table as he staged rebellion. his nostrils were then assaulted by the musky yeast when the chartreuse wicker basket was thrusted towards his domain. his side of the table.

"irwin, whats-" his mother began sternly, only to be interrupted by a firm knock on the door. "dont think this is over, young man! I'll make sure your father hears of this!" she grumbles while whisking her finger in the air left and right. Erwin crossed his frail arms over his chest, tilting back in his chair. the door opened, revealing two neck-bearded men clutching what appeared to be a charred lunch pail and some boring looking papers. irvins eyes lingered on the lunch pail, suddenly recognizing it as his fathers. a pitiful man, really, erwin scoffed.

the men lingering in the doorway asked to have a seat, and his mother complied nervously. she shot erwin a look that told him to leave the room. he stomped away as vigorously as he could at the age of 10, his sweaty heels slapping on the cool tile like ducks mating in a romantic rose-petalled bath.

"Cute kid." one of the men remarked with a light chuckle, taking a seat at the table. irwin glanced back at him, first noticing the sad blue eyes lodged conveniently into his eye sockets. "I'll make this quick- your husband was killed at the train factory today. An assumed accident with the 'grinder'. Not too pretty to clean up." he paused to open the lunch pail, which had been gingerly placed upon the table. inside sat a single breadstick, half of it splattered with what appeared to be chunks of canned Friskie's catfood. "This is, uh, all we could retrieve." irwin could hear his mother retching from across the hall.

months after his fathers death, his mother had progressively gotten stranger. she would rarely ever leave her bedroom, which fondly reminded ervin of a hibernating bear. once he even dared to walk in, only to see his mother hunched over in the corner. when he approached her, his own eyes met the sad, blue eyes of the breadstick firmly clutched in her hands. sloppily tied to the stiff, moldy breadstick by the optic nerves, erwin instantly recognized them.

"w-what.. did y-you-" was all he stammered before she turned around. he ran instinctively, not bothering to decipher her demented, brutish screams.

their lives soon began to continue on as normal, neither of them daring to speak of what happened. little Erwin simply shoved it into the back of his mind, refusing to register what had become of the men who arrived at his house that strange day. in fact, he only saw the breadstick once more- as he walked in on his mother pleasuring herself with it. he thought nothing of it, yet the image of the eyeballs swinging like sleigh bells as they slid against his mothers thighs stuck with him for weeks.

soon enough, he refused to even acknowledge the existence of it, and eventually believed that he'd made the whole thing up entirely. that is, until one day, when he returned home from school to be eagerly greeted by his mother.

"Erwin... I have a surprise for you!" she said cheerfully as she ushered him into the kitchen.

"oh, um.." erwin suddenly felt strange, her cheery tone seemed forced.

"Its nothing, really, just an afternoon snack." She giggled slightly. Erwin sighed with relief, some of his tension gone as he sat at the table. "In fact, I want you to be extra surprised, so hold still for a minute!" She ran off for a minute, grabbed something, and returned to the table. From behind erwin's chair, she swiftly wrapped a sort of silky cloth around his eyes. Erwin flinched and cried out in terror, but she laughed it off and gripped his shoulders. "It's not a big deal, it'll be fun!"

Erwin could feel the knots in his stomach tighten, barbed wired pressing mercilessly into his fragile organs. He could smell it before he tasted it. It burned his nostrils as he contorted in the chair, attempting to break away from his mothers iron grip.

"Dammit, Erwin! I want- I want you to remember your father..." his mother cried out as she dug her nails into his arm, subsequently pushing the rigid breadstick further into his mouth.

Erwin grimaced at the memory, but decided it wasn't going to ruin his night with Levi. He turned his attention to Juan, who was struggling against his restraints. "I'm assuming his presence was unexpected?"

Levi shrugged. "He just happened to be here tonight, so I just fucking went with it." Erwin nodded in approval, having underestimated just exactly how far his captain would go.

"You weren't finished, were you?" Erwin smirked.

"Not by far..." Levi said as he cupped Juan's face.