"Eren!" I yelled. I had found him, thankfully alone, doing push-ups.
"Armin, what do you want?" He asked as he pulled himself off the floor.
"Give me that cookie." I said opening my palm.
He grinned, pulling out the cookie, and I swear I could see it sparkle.
"Did you find out who did it?" He said, holding the cookie over my palm, just about to set it in my hands.
"Yes-" I gulped.
"Tell me, tell me!" His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas.
"It was me."
I could see how the excitement in his face wiped away, and all the color drained from his face. "What?" He choked out.
"Yeah, it was me. Now just give me the cookie!" I stared at the small disc, my mouth now overflowing with drool.
That fucking cookie better be good
"You. You're the one who bit-" he trailed off, disbelief in his eyes.
"Yes, yadadadaya! I also have him a handjob. Now, THE COOKIE!" I was now desperate, for this little disc of pure heaven. I was just tempted yo bite it out if his hands.
"Y-you have him a, a, hand-j-j-" he sputtered.
"Yes." I fired, and then I just took the damn thing out of his hands.
Eren just stood there. Armin to him was an angel, and to imagine that he would do such things, especially to Jean.
JEAN!
THAT FUCKING MULE WAS DEAD! ESPECIALY FOR MAKING ARMIN DO SUCH THINGS! GODDAMN ASSHOLE CANT KEEP IT ON HIS PANTS.
"Armin, enjoy the cookie." Eren choked with anger bubbling inside if him. He wasn't had at Armin. The angel wasn't at fault, it was the fucking badgered who corrupted him who was going to pay!