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# I CAN DO A LOT OF THINGS
11:23pm

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"I can do a lot of things.
Why don't you come find out little girl?"
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"Is there some type of curfew over at the dorms or can y'all come back to the house and kick it with us?" Poetry asked now sitting quiet close to Mikasa.

"Oh I wish we could, but it's technically the first night and we've got a lot of unpacking to do. Plus we don't want to overstay our welcome." Armin mumbled softly, his eyes closed as he tried to resist his impending food coma.

"I understand, we all live off campus together so we can always do something anytime, plus school starts in a week." You yawned, covering your mouth with your red nailed hand, your social meter was running low, despite finding them all to be really nice you couldn't wait to feel those cool silk sheets against your skin.

"Oh, I never noticed your tattoo?!" Sasha cooed, reaching for your hand to get a better look.

"Ah thank you boo. I sort kept it hidden cause I didn't quite know how they viewed tattoos or body art." You replied, eyeing her tiredly.

"Pfft We're grown, what are they gonna do make us scrape em off?" She laughed, revealing the blue butterflies behind her ear.

These folks sure love to touch.

   You phone suddenly went off buzzing loudly against the table, you turned it over ready to answer until you saw the caller ID. It was your father, or as you liked to call him "Sperm Doner" since the old man had been anything but a father too you.

"Who's that n/n?" Moose asked, pausing his conversation with Jean after noticing the disappointed look on your face.

"You know who it is." You grumbled glancing back over towards the kitchen.

"Anyways do any of y'all know when Connie's shift ends, I'm like two seconds from falling asleep but I'd feel bad if we all just dipped without at least saying goodbye or thanking him for the food." You mumbled, rubbing your eyes for the third time tonight.

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