Erwin wonders what he was thinking when he suggested watching a horror movie with Hanji. Sure, he doubts his girlfriend is the type who is scared of blood and tangled, bloody limbs but this takes the cake.
With her face a foot away from the television screen, he hears her coos and awwws whenever the mutilated zombie appears on his 52" TV screen.
"Hanji."
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"Hanji." He calls her a second time, attempting to get her attention.
Obviously, it does not work.
Erwin pushes the couch pillow aside and stands tiredly, dusting invisible dust from his pants as he scoots around the coffee table and sits beside his enthusiastic girl. While she does not notice her boyfriend observing her, Erwin sure is amused how much, or rather, lack of effort he has to put in to get his girlfriend to be so happy.
"Hanji." He tries again.
"Erwin," she replies, finally. "Do you think the next corpse you find, you can secretly bring it to my lab? I can't play around with the officially murdered ones."
Erwin heaves a heavy sigh; he did ask her to be his girlfriend after all