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i mean, maybe you don't. but i'll give you one anyway. i hope you're okay~

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Hi mimi, hope it's not yet too late to send anon ask game.

How long it takes for you to finish writing a chapter?

When did you realize you like Armin?

Bob cut Armin or under cut armin?

Never too late bestie

Thanks for the ask!

1- oh, well, from one week, to two years (I genuinely wish I was joking)

2- HMMMM, I actually hated him when I first started watching aot in 2018, but then, like, very quickly I realized how smart he is, at like the end of season one, and I've been obsessed with him since then

3- THAT'S SUCH A TOUGH QUESTION OH MY GOD

i mean the bob cut looked cute at him when he was a lil kid, but like the under cut after he grew up...? I actually just got excited thinking about it, because like.... LIKE....

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When Champagne Is Served.

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Pairings: Armin x Annie

Words count: 2031

* Alternative Universe, Victorian AU, Ball

Summary:

His feet glide through the hall, meandering between fancy dresses and tuxedos, a shiny tray in his hand.

The servant of the Leonhart’s mansion, at yet another annual ball.

But then the grandiose gates are opened.

She steps in, shoulders back, chin high.

He looks away, a smile pulling at his lips. 

 Dresses swaying to the waltz, heels tapping fancily with every step on the reflection-polished floor. Lips glamoured in shades of pink and red. Silk ties, dotted and striped.

The massive, crystal chandelier hung above their head, reflecting light from thousands of candles and lanterns, sending them into tiny, endless sparks.

Delicate fingers tap thin, tall glasses against each other, sending champagne scent throughout the white-and-gold hall. Hanged golden-framed paintings watch in an unbreakable silence, overlooking the abundant food and refreshments that are lined up neatly on white-clothed tables alongside the walls. Appetizers made with a whimsical delicacy; dressed, sprinkled, wrapped, and dipped in gold. It felt like a crime to eat it or even touch it.

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