The Devil is Watching You

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"If you touch my plate one more time I'm going to knock your teeth in," Jean growls at Connie who keeps reaching over and taking his food.

"Easy there," Connie chuckles. "It's not like you need to get any bigger."

"Did you just call me fat?" Jean glares.

Connie just smiles and shrugs his shoulders, going back to his own plate and eating more food. You have already stuffed yourself full of pasta and bread, knowing you gained back the weight you had lost the last two days, which is fine with you.

Now if you could just get back on a training schedule, you won't lose anymore muscle. It's easy to stay fit than to have to gain everything back.

"Was it good?" Armin leans closer to you, looking at your empty plate.

"Very," you place your hand on your bloated stomach.

"That's good," he smiles and pushes his plate forward, a couple bites of food left on it.

"So y/n, how's your stay at the cottage going?" Hange, the commander turns her gaze on you, her glasses reflecting the light.

"It's fine," you shrug nonchalantly.

"Well we thought you'd enjoy it there," she smiles. "Kind of like a relaxing getaway."

"Yes, getting kidnapped in luxury," you pick up your fork, poking the table with it.

"Oh she's funny," Jean smirks. "Better than that brat who only says she's going to kill Eren."

Gabi? That sounds like her. She's always been one for the dramatics. You're now curious about the two kids you promised you'd get back home.

"How are they?" You ask.

"Your little friends are brats" Levi's deep voice draws your attention. "Annoying too. Say... did you know the girl planned on killing Sasha?"

If it's not obvious to them by the look on your face, you sit down in your chair, mouth parted open in shock.

"You know anything about that, huh?" Levi questions accusingly.

"No..." you breath out. "I told them not to do anything stupid."

Colt is probably worried sick and his only hope is that he thinks you're watching out for them. If anything were to happen to them, you couldn't forgive yourself.

You fingers creep onto the fork that you had been using, slipping it into your sleeve, trying to take advantage of the opportunity. Everyone else is engrossed in their own conversations, so you figured it was now or never.

"Well, I would say we should have dessert but I'm quite full," Historia leans back in her chair. "How about we just go ahead and move to the parlor?"

Everyone begins to leave and you push your chair back, trying to move as slow as possible so you can transfer the fork into the pocket of your skirt.

You're about to exit the dining room, but your wrist is grabbed, causing you to stop. You turn around and Armin is the only one left in the room.

"What is it?" You pull your wrist back, holding it to your chest.

"You're not going to try and break them out, right?" He questions, his face frowning.

"I'm not sure," you give him an honest answer.

"Please don't, they're doing just fine, I can give you my word," he grabs hold of your shoulders.

"Can you?" You raise an eyebrow, feeling skeptical of his promise.