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"Looks like all he needed was a little encouragement,"

I hear Gunther mutter to Petra as I land a solid kick to Eld's stomach.

"Good, Eren. Follow that kick up with a laced fist to the back of the neck, that will temporarily daze your opponent,"

I try that, but Eld catches my fist and tosses me back before trying to swat me out of the air with his wings. I drop to the ground and stay low when Petra decides it's time for a lunch break.

I sigh; it always ends when I start getting better at it. A towel is tossed at my head, which I catch quickly to wipe my face and neck.

My body aches, both pleasantly and unpleasantly. Pleasantly, because my muscles sing gloriously and I'm on a high. Unpleasantly, because I'm going to have more than a dozen fist shaped bruises all over my body.

As we walk to the café we talk, Eld and Gunther always ready to dish out advice on fighting stances and strategies. Oluo remains eerily quiet, but Petra more than makes up for it with her happy chatter.

Once we reach the café though, I become weary. I keep an eye out for any flying pastries, which makes Gunther laugh and tease. I also keep an eye out for any angry looking angels, just in case someone is mad at me for yesterday (or for no reason really, like Gunther needed an excuse).

Our food had just arrived and we were about to dig in when Levi appeared out of nowhere. He looked a little tired, or maybe it was just a trick of the light because he looked bored before I was even sure of what I had seen. "There is a mission tonight, brat. So don't wait up for me,"

"Where are we going, Captain?"

"You're not going anywhere, Petra. I want you to stay behind with the shitty brat-"

"I don't need a baby sitter,"

"I'm not doing this for you; the mission is going to be fucking hard enough without us being a man down, for your fucking information,"

I gulp and shove a spoonful of whatever in my mouth. Which I really shouldn't have done because whatever it is, it's hot enough to burn off my tonsils. My eyes water as I swallow. I know Levi is still glaring at me but I refuse to make eye contact.

"The briefing is in twenty minutes, so you better eat quickly,"

I lift my head just a little so that I can watch him march off. Damn his ass! Damn his swaying hips! Just damn everything about him. And here I thought the two of us were making progress.

"I thought the two of you were finally getting along,"

I glance at Petra as I take a sip of my soda. She is the only one who is not shoving food down their throat at the speed of lightning. There is a small smile on her face as she takes a bite of her sandwich, savouring the taste.

"You and me both," I sigh and bite into my apple.

Oluo, who had sat down next to me, simply pats me on the shoulder and offers me a coconut tartlet. I'm a little weary of the dessert, but I take it none the less and return a timid smile. He smiles back before scoffing food into his mouth.

I take a bite of the sweet and hum in satisfaction. Apricot jam oozes out of the seams and coconut sugar melts on my tongue. It really is delicious.

After a few more minutes of listening to the cutlery scrape against the plates, the male angels stood in unison and walked from the café. Petra and I eat in a comfortable silence.

"So, what do you want to do?"

I glance up at her, my mouth full of soup. I gulp.

"I don't know; maybe watch TV or a movie. But Levi doesn't have anything from this century in his room,"

"That's okay, you can come watch a movie with me," Petra grinned.

I nod and finished my soup in silence.