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Best. Birthday. Ever. Or it would have been, if Sasha hadn't decided to leave and go home early. Apparently she wasn't feeling well - it was probably the chicken yesterday, it hadn't tasted quite right - so she had left him there with the rest of their friends. He had been about to insist he leave with her, but Reiner had announced a game of beer-pong and managed to convince him to stay. Despite all the invitations to stay at people's houses, Connie had insisted on going home, for obvious reasons. Birthday or not, he had to take care of his sick girlfriend. And yes, he was drunk, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try.    "Sasha...?"

This character now belongs to QwertySnek (https://www.deviantart.com/qwertysnek) Human Basics Name: Monika Friesen Gender: Female Age: 28 Birthday: January 1st Birthplace: Munich, Germany Hair Colour: Blonde (Chin length and cut somewhat ragged as she did it herself, boyish) Eye Colour: Cyan Blue Height/Weight: 6'2'' (188 cm) / 13 stone (85 kg) Likes/Dislikes: :bulletgreen: Tidiness/Cleanliness :bulletgreen: Order :bulletgreen: Seriousness :bulletgreen: Exercise :bulletgreen: Masculine clothes :bulletgreen: Football (that means soccer...) :bulletgreen: Beer :bulletgreen: The outdoors :bulletred: General messiness :bulletred: Having nothing to do :bulletred:

Why were you so tired...? You didn't really have a reason to be. That was what you told yourself, anyway. In all actuality, you hadn't been getting much sleep lately. Around two weeks ago, you started sneaking into the boy's barracks for the night. Every one of the trainees knew you were doing it, but the sneaking was so someone higher - especially Shadis - didn't find out. Of course, it hadn't been your intentions for everyone to know, but one of the girls had woken up one night while you were climbing out of the window, and on that same night, one of the boys had woken up as you were climbing in. The word had spread like wildfire and by bre

Latvia was amazed that he managed to get this far. He didn't know how many were left, nor how many were dead. Though he knew there were a lot more dead than alive. His left arm still almost useless, he managed to crawl his way out of the half-tank, not wanting to but knowing he had to leave Liechtenstein's body where she lay. gently, he took his jacket back from her, knowing he needed it more than she did now. Slowly fastening it with his good arm, he slipped from the track, quickly getting soaked by the rain. It was the thunder and lightning that motivated him to find better shelter inside. The way he saw it, it was stay outside and suffer u