[Not that he has anything to apologise for, not really. It's not like he wanted to come to this world. He definitely didn't volunteer to have this strange device placed on his wrist ordering him to engage in all sorts of sexual acts. And he certainly didn't mean to end up here in this room with her (the implications of which are starting to niggle at the back of his head)
But you know what? Sometimes an 'I'm sorry' is just all your brain can think of saying.
He glances back at her for a moment. It is polite to look at someone when you are talking to them, right? But the moment his eyes fall on her, his gaze can't help but be pulled to her cleavage, the way the pale, rich skin of the tops of her breasts stands out in stark contrast against the bright red of the lacy, silken thing she is wearing, and he jerks his eyes away again with a much darker flush. God, what is wrong with him. He's acting like... like Jean trailing after Mikasa like a dog after a bone. Not that he hasn't occasionally had those thoughts before, but damnit, he had always prided himself on... on not just staring like an idiot.]
It's because of our bracelets, I think. [Technically, they are a little too high-tech to be called a bracelet, but Armin has no frame of reference for a wrist-computer or digital watch.] That is what they had said would happen.
[You know, those other people they have totally met in this strange world before ending up in this particular room.]
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[Not that he has anything to apologise for, not really. It's not like he wanted to come to this world. He definitely didn't volunteer to have this strange device placed on his wrist ordering him to engage in all sorts of sexual acts. And he certainly didn't mean to end up here in this room with her (the implications of which are starting to niggle at the back of his head)
But you know what? Sometimes an 'I'm sorry' is just all your brain can think of saying.
He glances back at her for a moment. It is polite to look at someone when you are talking to them, right? But the moment his eyes fall on her, his gaze can't help but be pulled to her cleavage, the way the pale, rich skin of the tops of her breasts stands out in stark contrast against the bright red of the lacy, silken thing she is wearing, and he jerks his eyes away again with a much darker flush. God, what is wrong with him. He's acting like... like Jean trailing after Mikasa like a dog after a bone. Not that he hasn't occasionally had those thoughts before, but damnit, he had always prided himself on... on not just staring like an idiot.]
It's because of our bracelets, I think. [Technically, they are a little too high-tech to be called a bracelet, but Armin has no frame of reference for a wrist-computer or digital watch.] That is what they had said would happen.
[You know, those other people they have totally met in this strange world before ending up in this particular room.]