Armin caught Eren heading to the sofa and greeted him, to which he waved a response. The young wolf seemed happy and content with whatever happened in the room - Armin really didn't want to know why - and he was humming along to a few tunes from the television adverts. The mage wasn't normally one to comment snarky or sarcastic remarks but it slipped out from his mouth.
"You seem happy. You got laid in there, right?"
"Armin!" Eren's cheeks burned red and he puffed about, either furious or embarrassed - maybe both.
"I'm just messing with you, buddy." The mage smiled, with his pearly white tips of straight teeth in view. His friend, however, folded his arms and leaned back into the fraying sofa and closed his emerald eyes. "God, don't make it gay Armin." Armin knew it was an inside joke, but scowled anyway. Eren stretched his lips into a toothy grin and tussled his friend's chin-length golden hair teasingly.
"You magical moptop!"
He probably died from his own joke, 'moptop' decided, after seeing the werewolf wheezing on the floor, slapping his thigh.
"I hope I'm not intruding on anything." A calm feminine voice stated from behind, which confused the mage for a moment. Eren crawled off the floor and pretended nothing happened.
"You didn't see anything," he warned in a low growl, "forget about that or I'll bust that feather you've got there."
"Bust that, I'll bust your ass." Mikasa shot back.
"Suuuuree," the lone wolf stretched the word as much as possible, "ignore the fact I, Eren Yaegar, spared your life - will ya?"
The vampire only snorted a reply, still rooted to where she originally was which made Armin patted the spot next to him, wearing a welcoming smile.
"Please, make yourself comfortable. This is your home now."
"Mikasa es su casa!" Eren pointed both his fingers at her in a single barrel gun shape and recreated a "ba-dum-tss" sound effect. His blonde friend crackled like a twelve-year-old cracking off an inappropriate joke and Mikasa rolled her eyes around the world but Armin could of sworn she had the slightest of smirks.
"Original and amusing. 11/10." She announced the rating and scooted to the spot next to Armin, but kept a fair distance, and nestled until she was comfortable. The mage noticed her once imposing red eyes dulled into a gray-ish shade - like ashes in a stormy sky.
"Could vampires change their iris colour on command, or is it a naturally occurring thing?" He asked, facing the new appearance. She frowned, deep in thought.
"I don't know, maybe it's a reflex. It normally express our moods - why ask?" Mikasa then pulled at the crimson scarf Eren had given her and put the feather in to preserve it, like a pouch, and tightened it back again.
"I'd just like to know more about you, Mikasa." Armin had a natural curve of his lips on. He noticed that she shrunk back and buried her nose into the scarf, so he looked away.
"You don't have to tell me if you're sensitive about it." The mage reminded, then forced his focus on the TV adverts and she nodded, following suit.

"This is you're home now."
The words stuck to Mikasa, and she despised how it did. It may be a house, but never a home. Those things were different yet had a similar, almost identical definition. A house is just a house - a building, but a home is somewhere of comfort, memories and peace; not only just to live in. When the vampire reflected on herself, she'd never thought she would've melted with strangers so easily but these people were different, like the words. They were the ones that made the house a home, and perhaps that was why she took a sudden liking to both of them. They were not there to harm her, but to help her, so she must return that favour one day.
Armin excused himself and left to do whatever, so it was just Mikasa and Eren left on the tattered and clawed sofa. The vampire had a small mental war of whether she should move closer to the werewolf in the room, who was distracted by something, and thought fuck it, why not? She stalked closer until she felt the heat radiate off Eren's warm body. He seemed to tense up, but said nothing, and they both focused on what movie the television had switched to.

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Obnoxious snaps of bubbling lava could be heard, wind howling at her and walls of earth closing in on Mikasa. She squinted and pictured her previous home and watched her surroundings contort itself to match it, but the heat remained. The vampire was discombobulated but remembered something her mother had said to her once as a child.

"Lucid dreaming," her mother explained, "is something you, your father, I, and all pure vampires could do."
Mikasa's younger self made a face, confused. "But why can't I do it, mama?" The older woman only grinned.
"Someday you would."
"Wouldn't." The young vampire sang and skipped away, with the mother watching her play knowingly.

That was when it hit her, like a rock in the face. But it didn't explain the last time she slept, she didn't have control and her wound carried over to the real world. Mikasa brushed it off; dreams are strange and unpredictable things, after all.
"Hello?" An unfamiliar voice called out, and she twisted around to put a face to the person.
"You're not supposed to be here." She warned, eyes shifting to a dangerous red. The strange presence, however, didn't seem to acknowledge it - which gave her an immediate impression that whoever this person is was either brave or oblivious.

Is he part of my imagination or...

That was when the figure revealed himself from the shadows of the bushes. He had large eagle-like wings sprouted beside his shoulder blades that matched his equally as big and bushy eyebrows. He was clad in a pristine shirt, pants and a brown leather jacket imprinted with a symbol of two wings - one blue and one white.
"Can I help you?" Mikasa asked, uncertain of the stranger's next move.
"I was just passing by," he stated; his icy eyes bore into her wary ones, "I just wanted to ask, have you seen my... friend Levi?"
"No, I haven't heard of this, Levi." She spoke of the truth, and the name felt foreign to her tongue. The stranger's calm demeanour remained and he turned to leave.
"Ah, ok. I was looking for him, see?"
"Yeah. Good luck." She called after her disappeared back into the shade of the looming trees. Maybe he had heard, maybe not - she didn't care - however, it intrigued her how he was in her own dream.

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Eren wasn't too sure how it happened, but Mikasa managed to fall in a light slumber - resting her head on his shoulder. She snored softly and evenly.

Fuck, what do I do?

He didn't dare move her, she just looked so calm and peaceful sleeping; so he relocated her head to rest on his lap instead. The werewolf took a long look of the newcomer, who frowned and tensed up in her sleep. Strange. Her pale ghastly skin twitched a few times, then the vampire suddenly sat erect; colliding both their foreheads together.
"Gah!" They both shouted in unison, and Eren muttered a curse from his lips. He noticed Mikasa rub her head lightly in the marked area and offered help, to which she declined. He knit his eyebrows together. "Are you alright?"
Mikasa only narrowed her onyx pupils into slim slits, eyes blazing in a fiery mix. "Your skull is a lot thicker than I thought. One more inch of it, I could of died." She spat. The lone wolf only noted the fact that she had a dry sense of humour, orbited by fucking sarcasm and come backs.
"Touché." That one was original and was difficult to throwback, but Eren was used to the 'dumb' jokes because it was... well... true.
The vampire then relaxed, Eren knew that because of the eye colour change.
The werewolf yawned lazily and faced Mikasa. "Alright, I'm off."
"Where to?" He didn't expect an answer.
"You need clothes and whatnot. You can't walk around in those mangy rags."
"These are only clothes I've had in a while."
"Whaaat?" Eren wrinkled his nose in disgust, mockingly. "Then that's the main reason why we need to buy some more then, isn't it?"
"Says the dog."
"Soooo, what are your sizes?"
"Sizes?" That wanted the werewolf to die in a hole. She was practically raised as a wild animal, dumbass! Mikasa wouldn't know her size, out of all the things. That'd mean she'd have to come with him... ugh!
"I'll give you one of my shirts and some jeans," he muttered, "follow me."
Eren entered his room and prepared Mikasa a solid black shirt as well as frayed blue skinny jeans, placing them on his bed. "The clothes are on my bed." He mentioned, exiting the room to give her privacy, and to spare his dignity.
The young wolf drummed his fingers along the table, waiting for Mikasa to arrive. Eventually, he listened to the click of his room's door and she walked out - heading for him.
"Is this good?" The vampire asked, unsure.
Her long elf-like ears poked out from the curtains of inky black shoulder-length hair, which would be an alarming sight for a human to see, so Eren covered it up, using bangs of hair. "Yeah, let's go." He tucked his wallet and phone into his jacket, motioned the vampire to follow him and left, locking the door.

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Eren sucked in oxygen like a vacuum and breathed out heavily. Fresh air felt good. He was making his way down town, meandering through busy crowds with Mikasa hot on his trail, who glared at anybody who stared at her with threatening eyes. The werewolf fell back and whispered in her ear. "Don't stare down people like that, act normal."
"They're the ones staring at me." The vampire puffed and kept her pace at his side, copying his actions every now and again. The pair soon came across the mall - it's looming presence causing Mikasa to step back a little. "It's big." The words came out in one breath and Eren couldn't help but look at the lips the words came from.

Go away dirty thoughts!

"Get used to it, there's a lot of these." In all honestly, yes, there was a lot of malls. Too many. "Seriously, there's like 3 in the same street." Mikasa pulled an exaggerated face but said nothing, but only tailed Eren.

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A/N: Kick me for every reference. Caaaaan you feel the Eremika toniiiight? People here for Rivamika, be patient. ;)
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