.

What is she doing here? I thought we had a deal?

Christa closed the door behind her with a soft noise. The light from the window illuminated her room, glowing slightly in the morning sun.

Relax. She's probably not here for me, right? It must be something else?

The little blond girl bit her lip, trying to remain calm. Her heart however, thumped without any restraints. She did not believe her own words, which were supposed to be convincing her, but made her even more nervous than before. Clutching her arm, she stood there for a minute than moved to the side, slowly.

Heading for the window, she leaned over it. The grey towel over her shoulders slipped, dipping to the right side of her arm. She examined the numerous high buildings in the horizon, her grip tightening on the cracked wooden border of the window. The sun shone onto the face of the glass, glinting from time to time. Haze shimmered from the buildings, nearing the ground.

She breathed out, trying to calm herself.

In. Out. In. Out.

With a trembling hand, she twisted the knob of the window open, the old metal squeaking. Suddenly, a fresh gust of air entered the warm room, chilling her moist hair.

What am I going to do..?

Finally deciding what she was going to pick out of the fridge, Ymir took out a lukewarm bottle of beer, which was probably expired- But hey, beer is beer.

At this time, Christa would've been out and greeting the two annoying pip squeaks over there- she glanced at the people on the couch, though the crazy ass woman was looking at the Potato, who was watching T.V., probably wasting electricity.

Bah, she's a good kid. Though all her shit fuss over food is kinda annoying.

Trusting the kid not to watch any bad stuff (Mikasa wouldn't let her watch Hell's Kitchen anyways, due to the emotional trauma), Ymir went hunting for the small girl, whose presence was not with her, even when she had said that she was going to come in, after she had finished arranging the bed- which she didn't need to, 'cause it was pointless. Why do it when they were going to frick frack at night?

She popped off the top of the bottle and drank one third's of it in one gulp. Striding towards the back end door, at the right side, Ymir knocked once on the door and entered.

"Christa." She muttered, the water drops sliding down her face. The young woman stood in the sunlight, staring outside. Light distorted around her, making her oversized shirt look like a small cute dress.

She reminded herself that it was her oversized Games of Thrones shirt she was wearing.

IT WAS CUTE AS FUUUUCK.

MARRY ME ALREADY YOU LIL SH-

"Ymir?" The girl in question intonated, breaking the nice silence. It startled Ymir, who was off fantasizing in her own world, like having adopted children with Christa where they would live in a huge mansion where she didn't have to worry about rent or food going on sale without having the notice of it.

"Marr-" She almost yelled out and stopped in time. "Visitors." Nice save there, Ymir. She congratulated herself, wanting almost to high five her own hand.

"I know." Christa didn't seem surprised; no emotions covered this facet of her personality.

Immediately, she spotted something wrong in her comportment. Didn't seem very thrilled to see Mikasa (And Potato girl), wasn't she?

"Is there something that I should know?" Ymir asked, crossing her arms. Anything that goes on in her house should be known by her.

"…No."

Liar.

"Christa. Tell me." She tried to demand, her light hazel eyes riveting onto the girl.

With a smirk, the stood on her toes and pecked her freckled cheek, bopping her nose with her finger.

The kiss's hella warm.

She didn't know it was her face that was.

"It's nothing." Christa smiled, tilting her head on one side. Better not to get Ymir into her affairs. "C'mon, let's not keep them waiting."

As Ymir watched the small girl exiting the room with light steps, she promised herself to make her spout out the information.

Damn it, I got too soft…..

Groaning, she shuffled her damp hair and followed after her, sipping her bitter beer with a frown.