The living room was a battlefield of snacks, controllers, and half-empty soda cans. Connie’s obnoxiously loud speaker blared some bass-heavy song that made it impossible to think straight. “Jean, stop hogging the controller!” Eren snapped, grabbing at Jean’s hands. “Then maybe stop sucking at literally every game, Jaeger,” Jean fired back, holding the controller above his head. “Both of you shut up,” Annie drawled from her perch on the arm of the couch, holding a bag of chips she’d stolen from Eren. “It’s not that deep.” “Why are you even here?” Eren shot back, his frustration shifting targets. “Great question,” Annie muttered. Armin sighed, crouching next to the coffee table to clean up spilled soda. “Could you guys not argue for two seconds? You’re making a huge mess—” “Armin, leave it. You’re not their mom,” Mikasa said, standing nearby with her arms crossed. But she didn’t stop him from cleaning, just watched with a faint frown. Meanwhile, Connie had taken the opportunity to wrestle Reiner onto the floor. “I told you, dude, don’t fall asleep first!” “I’m not asleep, you idiot!” Reiner grunted, trying to shove him off. “Then why are you lying down?!” “Because I’m tired!” Historia breezed by, balancing a tray of sheet masks and nail polish. “Anyone up for a makeover?” “No!” Jean yelled from across the room, raising his hands defensively. “Yes,” Ymir countered, smirking from the couch. She pulled Historia down beside her. “You guys have no boundaries,” Jean muttered, reaching for a water bottle. Somewhere in the chaos, Eren had retreated to the kitchen —Sasha's domain— to raid the pantry, muttering under his breath about how nobody appreciates him. He stormed back into the room, holding a bag of chips—only for Annie to casually snatch it from his hands. “Oh, come on!” “Finders keepers,” Annie replied, already popping one in her mouth.