It was Armin’s turn to pick the game…and UNO was off the chopping block for game night. As Armin was going through the box coated in the dust of the Scout’s board games, that wretched game was there, and with it the shellshock came, who the hell put it there?!

Though the game was a hell of a lot of fun, if they brought UNO back, the night would just be filled with screaming, arguing, and table slamming. Bless Erwin’s soul to take out some of the funding to replace the badly bruised furniture…poor thing has seen a lot.

Yeah no… UNO was definitely axed after last time. If it were a person, the guillotine would be set in place already.

— What’s a Jen..ga..?

Armin held the box and immediately noticed it weighed heavier.

— You’re supposed to make a tower with the blocks, that’s why.

Mikasa offered a brief explanation, which only intrigued Armin with the idea that this game is palpable.

— That… doesn’t sound that bad, actually.

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— No..no..no… WHY?!

Eren cried out at the failing sound of the blocks clashing, head planted on the table while he was (playfully) bullied.

— Ooo, you got butter fingers for sure.

Sasha teased with a curt grin towards the loser.

— Ha! The look on your face was priceless!

Connie sneered.

— Ugh… Shut up!

Eren barked in his arms and it only fueled the barrage of word jabs inflicted on him.

— Oi, that’s enough.

Levi warned them, tasked to break up the fights. Hange was intentively scribbling on their notepad.

— I didn’t think physics was your thing, four eyes.

Hange adjusted the rim of their glasses,

— Titans are my field of experience sure, but look at all this raw data I’m getting!

They gleamed, already compiling a graph chart for each round, Erwin could only let out a hearty chuckle,

— That mind truly does wonders, Hange.

He hummed, taking the cup of brewed tea when a sudden ‘clank!’ rid the drink splattered.

— You made the knocked the tower again, Eren!

— Like you did any better, horse face!