[Armin sighs wearily, rubbing at his face, but deciding not to argue anymore. He is tempted by the idea of sleeping on an actual couch.
Nim wiggles around, gurgling in baby talk, then reaching out to prod at Eren's face -- or try to. Armin runs gentle fingertips over the egg in amazement.] You were right. It feels so...delicate.
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Nim wiggles around, gurgling in baby talk, then reaching out to prod at Eren's face -- or try to. Armin runs gentle fingertips over the egg in amazement.] You were right. It feels so...delicate.