Reblog if you have this:
…and are willing to share it with people that want to get to know you
As I’m sitting hear eating my cheesecake, I feel the need to get something off my chest..
Twenty minutes later Jean forced his way into the bathroom. “I have to go to class,” he said. “Why the fuck are you taking so long?” He trailed off as he eyed Eren’s outfit.
Eren had scrubbed everywhere so long he’d gone pink, and he was trying to get his hair perfect. He’d slithered back into the jeans he’d worn last night and eventually picked out a shirt, mainly for its tendency to wrinkle up over his hips.
“Is this an interview or a date?” Jean asked, raising an eyebrow as he reached for his toothbrush.
“Shut up, horseface.” Eren frowned, ruffling his hair artfully.
“You didn’t seriously apply to be a stripper, did you?”
That was uncomfortably close to the mark. “No. I did not,” Eren snapped, and then fled before Jean could ask any more insightful questions. Eren grabbed his keys and bag and Missy’s carrier, and headed out.