Legacy: Like a French Girl by Aranicoshi, literature
Literature
Legacy: Like a French Girl
For fear of his own safety Eren disappeared that weekend from the dorm, although Jean did not know if it was Mikasa who suggested this or Eren’s terrible sense of self-preservation. He even refused to show up at the fraternity on Sunday, though Reiner swore he could see Eren from the balcony of the house. Reiner also kept apologizing to Jean about the prank but he only grunted in response to all the pleas for forgiveness. Jean’s anger faded after the weekend, but he was still not happy about the prospect of cleaning what was his favorite flannel shirt, and the rest of his wardrobe. Connie even tasked him with ‘saving Barry
Multiple choice questions usually meant there was a small, if improbable, chance of guessing the right answer. Short answer had a better chance of being able to pull an answer of out the air as long as it tied back to the main principles of the chapter. Extended response?
Fuck that shit. Jean mentally groaned.
His focus sharpened for the first few words of the prompt before dulling on the next sentence. Only truly evil professors made extended response questions count for so many points, but Levi fell into his own special circle of hell for including only one extended response that was worth half the test. Jean’s disdain only rose whe
“Ow! What did I do?” Eren rubbed his shoulder, wincing slightly from the lingering sting.
Jean grabbed a plastic red plate from the stack of stolen goods atop of the mini fridge, ignoring his roommate’s question. A heavenly smell stole all his attention, leading him towards the counter where the sizzling sound beckoned his stomach. A low growl answered the call, earthy and demanding, yet embarrassing. Armin’s hushed chuckle lead to hands trying to quiet the beast that dwelled in the confines of Jean’s body. Sometimes it was butterflies, other days it was empty, but today it seemed to be the Lochness monster.
Benefits of late night internet surfing included super-fast speed and Netflix being able to load a movie without buffering in the middle of a show. Jean was at peace in his blanket watching some History Channel special on Aliens that amused him and entertained the blond blanket burrito next to him. Armin was well wrapped in his soft bedding, a little platypus head rested underneath his chin which was wrapped up as well. All his attention was focused on the scarce evidence the show presented, but followed the logic the program argued as proof of extraterrestrials sinking Atlantis.
Light from the laptop reflected off the white living room wall
Legacy: Things that Go Bump in the Night by Aranicoshi, literature
Literature
Legacy: Things that Go Bump in the Night
Moving in with friends had hidden consequences that Jean knew about and should have anticipated, but he shrugged them off initially with differing excuses.
It wouldn’t happen to him.
He could deal with Connie’s constant snarky replies.
Jaeger’s pointed insults could be deflected without harm.
Even the combined messes of Connie and Eren could be tolerated.
Two weeks. Two weeks was all it took before his nerves were getting grated down inch by inch, or whatever molecular scientific measurement if he was being anatomically correct. Probably micrometer if he had to guess.
The straw that broke the camel’s back was a b
Hot water rained from the showerhead, cleansing Jean in the steam. Cold plastic provided some relief for Jean’s throbbing head. He drank just enough wine to regret waking up with a headache. It was not the worst hangover he had, but combined with the fact he was not a morning person and anatomy lab in a little bit then that was a recipe for grumbling and cursing anything that moved.
Grabbing a nearby bottle, he removed the cap and squirted some shampoo into his hands. Even with a pounding head he was not going to skip washing his hair or his body. Only after his mop of hair was full of suds did the grumpy teen smile a little. Demonstra
The group of friends stared at the tall brown haired kid at the front of the class but couldn’t make out much more than that. They could assume he was big since he towered over the professor, not that it was really a challenge, but distance did a good job of keeping his other features hidden. The small man looked around the room like a hawk and zeroed in on his prey. Jean could feel the piercing stare of the professor, even far away in the back of lecture hall.
“Kirschtein, Jaeger! I have four open seats here in the front. Move it.” Eren and Jean bolted upright in their seats. Even Connie lifted his head from the desk. They
Legacy: Meet the Roomies by Aranicoshi, literature
Literature
Legacy: Meet the Roomies
Light bathed the pristine and white bedroom in a warm glow that was lost on the college kid rummaging through his dresser in a panic. He let out a heavy breath before shoving his arms into the drawer and pulling out a pile of socks and underwear. The gangly teen marched over to his giant bed with a determination that would make Sherman proud, ignoring the collateral damage that fell out of his arms during his brief but messy journey. The mountain of undergarments were piled next to the rest of the kid’s wardrobe on the expansive bed before he bolted from the room.
“Shit shit shit…” he repeated as he jumped stairs down
Only a handful of noises and smells can awaken college students from their slumber. In his three years at college Richard had compiled a shortlist of such things: fire alarms, loud parties, even louder roommates, construction, big tests the next day, and of course that one idiot from freshman year with a vuvuzela. A new addition to that list was his friend Syli. It started first as a few knocks at the front door.
“No,” the brown haired junior moaned as he turned in his bed. A minute later he heard his phone go off, a sign he had planned to get up at that time. “Five more minutes…”
Another set of knocks caused h