Untitled. Purposely.

Je me bats comme un diable pour cacher que j'ai renoncé. I am Levi.

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[nakisakebu]

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[afrenchurl]

Generally speaking, you're a cold and sarcastic man, not someone who built walls but rather vast moats you had to swim across to even dream of reaching the other side. You were someone who didn't like to be touched, someone who didn't like to touch. You were a person who, though being very really alone, reveled in the solitude. Or at least, that's what you told yourself.

As the days wore on and the regularity of Mikasa in your life becomes ever more apparent, the more you feel that moat shrink and the more you realize you like when her hands touch you, and you think that you don't like to be so alone anymore. Somewhere between her kissing your hand in the midst of a dreary diner and now you've come to hold her in much closer a regard than you had anyone else in some long time.

A few weeks of what you can only call charming harassment and flurries of black hair and fleeting touches has led you to something almost resembling weakness for her, apparently only evident when under the influence of alcohol. But still, you know it to be true.

You blink blearily when she turns in your hold, and pushes you so that she's above you. Something you weren't completely surprised by- it was a regular occurrence- but you still found it the slightest bit so. Perhaps due to the fact that she hadn't even wanted you near her moments before, and you want to say something but before you can, her lips muffle you and you're definitely not complaining.

[illuminescent-frowns]

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[nakisakebu]

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[afrenchurl]

She's talking, and talking some more, and for all you're concerned the yammering she's doing is grating on the ears and despite being entirely less angry than usual due to the presence of liquor, you still find her incessant talking annoying. And yet, endearing.

You don't particularly listen, though you find yourself releasing a small, amused snort when you hear her say the words sexual organs. Less because you're immature and more because it's completely ridiculous to say those words in any environment outside the classroom- you were sure not even Hanji'd ever said that outside a lesson.

Still, as you see her sink down onto her side, body meeting the bed you too were laying on, and you hear her say those words, you do what you assuredly would not be doing were you sober to the fullest, and move yourself over beside her, and take the girl into your arms, chin pressed gently against her shoulder and her hair tickling your face, something you've unadmittedly come to enjoy.

Something tells you to say sorry, you know, that she was having a bad night. But even inebriation can't force you to break that piece of your character.

[nakisakebu]

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[afrenchurl]

Leaning against the doorway, you watch as she admires your newly obtained kitten- a small thing you've aptly named Petit Trou Du Cul, or simply Petit for short as it's much more befitting a small, pretty cat such as herself. Swallowing, you walk over to the bed and lay yourself down upon it, eyes drifting up to the ceiling.

For all she knew, yes, you'd simply invited her over for her to see the cat you'd purchased after her telling you, and telling you-- and not being around enough and adding to your loneliness. However, you do not tell her this. Unfortunately, since beginning this, you've found yourself increasingly more and more alone without her around- or even Hanji, whom you never wanted near you before.

You'd be more ashamed of yourself if you were completely sober.

"You haven't had a problem staying over on a school night before."

[nakisakebu]

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[afrenchurl]

Why she insisted upon calling you drunk, you did not know. Despite being rightfully tipsy, you were completely in control of your motor functions and there wasn't a moment in the entire car ride that you even faintly veered off-lane. Perhaps it was just that her father drank-- she had told you that at one point though in this moment you can't quite place when, and maybe, for a moment, you feel a bit bad.

However you quickly get over the issue and instead focus on two things. Firstly, the road. Secondly, the fact that Mikasa and the kitten are in the same space and for some reason this makes you content. Maybe there's a small smile playing at your lips, though you'd only blame it on the bit of alcohol you'd consumed.

Upon reaching home, the grand place that it is, you pull yourself from the vehicle-- here having the only issue with coordination the entire night, as your foot gets caught in the seat belt by some strangle and unforgiving force-- and make your way to the doorway to open it up for the girl. As you watch her enter, cat in hand, you think about the past few weeks, and that if anything you were what some might consider a couple. Law breaking aside. You release a breath through your nostrils, eyes on her shoulders as you close the door behind you.

"Maison, doux maison," you droll on in an almost sing-songish voice.

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[afrenchurl]

Je sors victorieux.

[afrenchurl]

nakisakebu replied to your post: nakisakebu replied to your post: Personne ne...

I was merely expressing my concern for your situation, sir.

As you should, the kitten's got a knife and I'm very obviously in danger.

[afrenchurl]

nakisakebu replied to your post: Personne ne peut savoir.

Do you even know what you’re doing with that cat?

Do I? It's a mystery. We'll never know.

Can Levi take care of something that isn't himself? Restez à l'écoute.

[afrenchurl]

Personne ne peut savoir.

[afrenchurl]

C'est quoi ce bordel, elle est mignonne.

[afrenchurl]

She's biting my fingers. No.

[afrenchurl]

Juste ce sont les chats? An alien species.

[afrenchurl]

How do you take care of cats. Je n'étais pas faite pour cela.

[afrenchurl]

I am going to regret this.