A laugh bubbled up from Armin’s throat and the only thing he could do to keep from alerting anyone who may have been passing by the dining area was rest his head down on the table and force himself to be a little more quiet. How uncharacteristic it was of him to be so loud, but then again one must take into account how uncharacteristic it is also for Mikasa to act in such an adorable way. The idea that she might end up trying to hide the cat was something, Armin would admit, that would be interesting to watch.
”Miss Petra would probably want to keep him too, don’t you think?” He mused, folding his arms on the table top before resting his head on them, almost as if he were about to fall asleep. “Out of everyone, I think she would be the superior to go to if you intend to somehow keep the cat. She might be more lenient, and if she finds him half as adorable as I do there’s no way she’ll want to send him off into the woods, especially considering his lack of mother and siblings.” Armin doubted the poor thing would survive for long out there; something about the weight on this kitten didn’t look like it had been treated very well or fed often enough, which would explain why it loved Mikasa. “I bet you saved his life by feeding him, you know. He’s so thin.. At the very least, she might let you hide him until he gets some meat on his bones, then she might make you put him out..”
Her eyes trailed over the other’s form, curiously watching as he moved to lay his head over folded arms– amusement seemed to twinkle in his eyes, to her slight confusion; and at that she gave an inquiring glance, but withheld voicing out her inclination to know what was it that seemed to draw his interest. Nevertheless, she quietly hummed in agreement.
"Mn. Maybe– if it’s fine with her too, she could convince our other superiors to keep him… in case they disagree with pets in the headquarters.“ A faint little quirk of her lips surfaced from a corner of her mouth as the image of a pleading and starry-eyed Petra holding up the kitten to the rest of her squad played in her mind.
The slight half-smile soon faded, however, as Armin’s words rung through her thoughts, and her gaze settled back down on the furred creature licking itself contentedly. ”… Neither a mother nor siblings…“ Her eyebrows gently knitted themselves as she began to consider his words. This cat maybe have indeed suffered before– to lose a family, to feel alone… Perhaps, in a way, it wasn’t all too different from what she’d experienced for herself.
Her hand lifted to stroke the cat’s head once more, a small bittersweet smile soon replacing the frown she wore. "You’re right, Armin. It’s alright.” Ah. Yes. “… I think I might keep him. Maybe not for as long as I’d want, but… at least until he grows stronger.”
‘Like I have.’