"Isn't it cold outside?" It was Armin who emerged from the noise carrying a fresh plate of desserts. He sat down next to her and looked ahead.
"No, I don't feel cold," she murmured and drew deeper in her scarf. Not out of coldness, but out of the ever-present red glow accompanying her around.
"Not surprised, you are an Ackerman after all," Armin chuckled. They barely knew anything about what Ackerman's were, but they were strong that much was clear. It's not like a little cold would actually harm them.
"Maybe," Mikasa agreed, not sure if that was how she felt. More of, she didn't want to express how she felt. Wording it would make it too real.
"Is something wrong? You've gone so quiet and your face has been red like you have a fever," Armin scrutinized her face, eyeing the now growing blush.
"No, I'm fine," Mikasa confirmed turning away. Armin could read her like an open book, but the events that transpired that night weren't something anyone could imagine. If anything she'd have chalked it up to a fever dream, it almost felt like one.
"Oh, I'm glad. I was worried maybe you caught something on Marley, we might not be immune to all the diseases, that's how being secluded from the world does," Armin went on a tangent, immersed in his own discovered knowledge.
Suddenly, the door was thrown open and Jean fell on Armin. Both went trembling down, falling face first in the soil. Hitch stood behind him with a smug face, holding a bottle of wine.
"Oh, look what we have here? Cheating on Annie are we? Hitch crisscrossed her fingers and focused herself on Armin. Who had grown crimson, holding his arms up and waving them in desperation.
"Hitch, it's not that! Hitch why would you say that?" He whined, holding up his weak defence.
"JEAN! COME HERE, WE ARE DOING IT!" Connie slammed the door to the side and he was drunk. Jean groaned and tried to get up, as drunk as he was, his legs weren't working.
"Dance! Dance! Dance!" Sasha crawled on the smooth floor and chanted, throwing her fist in the air. Nicolo followed suit and dropped right in front of her, he too joined in the chanting. Sasha dragged herself over his drunken body and she continued the shout.
Connie grabbed Jeans shirt and dragged her long body up, shaking him and his hair falling suit. "We are doing this, man. We are dancing."
Jean groaned, ready to throw up.
While Hitch needled her nail into Armin's shoulder. "Cmon, you aren't going to see sweet Annie, I promise I won't intrude this time," she went on with a big grin.
Armin could faint from the embarrassing accusation and the wine. "NO, Hitch! I would never do anything," he pleaded.
"I never said you did anything, but I can leave you alone if you want." Hitch's face contained the smugness and she forced Armin to flapper around like a fish out of water.
Mikasa smiled, enjoying the chaos. She never wanted anything but good for her dear friends, yet she was too troubled to join in.
Historia came running, her steps sounded loudly on the wooden floor. Her hair was a mess and she was holding a crate of wine, which she dropped next to Nicolo's head. Her intense face focused on Connie who tried to coerce Jean into dancing with him, a dare that had befallen on the poor soul.
"Dedicate your heart!" Historia screamed, fisting her arms. "Dedicate your heart and dance!" She continued, stepping forward but ending up tripping over Sasha's body, falling on her and making poor Nicolo groan under the added weight.
"Dance, dance, dance." The two continued to chant, under the heaviest influence of alcohol. Then Historia puked on Sasha's hair, who yelped in a very slow motion; as if her brain needed the time to process.
Mikasa got up and left them to their own chaos, she couldn't join in and she had no intentions of ruining their night. She walked back around the house, as their combined voices continued to fade away. She wasn't sure where she was going, the stillness of the night guided her and she followed suit. She stood next to the empty lodging, where Levi and Hange were supposed to be, but they had gone back to Shiganshina with Yelena. Something to do with more volunteers, where they weren't needed.
A pair of hands grabbed her and pulled her inside the empty house.