He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, clicking his tongue as beads of sweat come off the tips of his slick ebony hair. Summer has been merciless this year. The capricious sun glowers in the blue clear sky, scourging fields and forests. He sighs, lets his butt fall on the round buhrstone that once belonged to an old mill, strategically set under the awning of the stables. He puts the currycomb aside and watches his charger quaff de whole bucket of fresh water.
He is sweltering under his clothes; the heat is suffocating, intensifying the stench of manure. He takes the last swill from the waterskin, brings it down and curses under his breath.
"Hey!" He catches from behind, mellifluous voice that makes his heart flutter. You slip next to him, only one asscheek touching the cool stone. Too small for two.
"I thought you had training with those stinky brats today." You hand him your waterskin, water sloshing inside.
"I did, but then I dismiss them all." You bring your head down, tying your hair in a messy bun. "One of them pass out in the warm-up and another one threw up all his breakfast," you say, repulsively imitating fake nausea.
He wrinkles his nose. "You're as disgusting as they are."
"I'm not the one who makes poop jokes."
He folds his bare arms over his chest, furrowing his brows. He looks so handsome, rosy cheeks, sleeves rolled up, two buttons undone and the straps loosen at his thighs.
You plant a kiss on his cheek and he rolls the eyes, glancing around, his blush deepening.
"I overheard Hange and Moblit," you say, shaking the waterskin, "the next expedition will be postponed until the end of summer."
He was relief.
You mop the drops of water from your lips. "I also heard that water reserves are emptying rapidly. If it doesn't rain soon, we'll be doomed." You glance up the sky, squinting. "Walls be good."
He finds your hand and squeezes it. Reassuring, gentle.
You lay your head on his shoulder, and close the eyes. "We could bath together."
You feel his shoulder jerking, your lips forming a smile.
"To safe water, I mean."
He chuckles, shaking his head. "How selfless. Truly a humanitarian effort."
You nudge him on the side, and kiss him on the lips.
He would not hold your hand in public but behind closed doors, he'd be the clingiest. He'd steal kisses whenever he feels like, thread your fingers through his, hold your hand tight, cuddle until his arm numbs. He's stop whatever he's into only to pepper your face in kisses and hug you <3
Miss you and your writing, I hope you return one day!
Thank you so much, Anon!
I took a pause due to different reasons, most importanly, because I'm very engage with my master degree, which I decided to do in French—my third language. Hence, it's been a challenge since I have to review everything twice. However, it has been a very exciting and enriching experience. I moved to France, I've improved my French, I've met people from every corner.
Second, I faced a writer's block. I was running out of ideas and since I put my writing to the side for a very long time, coming back has been rocky and slow.
Third, I'm dating someone <3 A french military man lol. He's the sweetest!!! He lives in Paris now, and if everything turns right, I'll be moving there next year.
Your hand falls from the knob; you sigh and turn around, the leather handle slipping down your arm. The heavy bag thuds at your feet. You moisten your cracked lips. “Make up your mind then” Your jaw tightens, threatening to crack your teeth. Your chest is trapped in a wine press.
“I’m sorry” He closes his eyes, then opens them, slowly and provokingly.
I’m sorry. You snort. You lost count of how many times he spewed those words. They seem void, but you know deep down that they’re a plea. A plea of a broken man who fears being alone; but who can’t bear the idea of you staying by his side just out of pity.
Bright crimson draws a brown blotch on his pants, at the height of his knee. He didn’t even bother to set the leaking bottle upright. At least it was a cheap wine. His head rests on his extended arm, the fingers of his incomplete hand are rigid around the gold band. You still wear yours, clinging to the vows that were made on that spring day. Your eyes dart to the lighter line around his wedding finger.
“You’re a mess.”
“Good thing you said it, I was totally clueless.” His voice is a rasp like wind through dry reeds. The room is cold, dim, and stenches of ethanol.
A tear runs down the bridge of his nose. He could drink every last drop of alcohol in the world and still it wouldn’t be enough to numb his stubborn head and fragile heart. There is not even a shadow of what he once was. It’s like a tug of war, you can’t let go of your end, even though it burns your hands.
“Stop doing this” Your back slides down against the wall.
“I’m not good enough for you. I never was; I never will.”
You sigh, rubbing down your palms against your face, then look him in the eye.
“I’d never leave you, Levi.” Your jaw trembles. “I can’t”
“Even if I’m a useless crippled?” He lifts his head. “I’m a burden, Y/N.”
Your hopelessness starts turning into rage. Your eyes, glistening red.
“I can’t believe after all these years, you still don’t understand.” You get on your feet, weave through the shards of glass and cradle his face in your cold hands, the band a sharp bite against the large scar on his cheek. You lean down, taking in his every feature, then press a harsh kiss on his rosy lips, biting him until the iron taste stings your tongue. Levi doesn’t flinch. He smirks. “You always liked it rough.” You can feel his warm breath brushing your lips.
“I’m mad at you. Furious.” You press your forehead against his and close the eyes. “You don’t need to be the hero to be loved. You don’t need to be the strongest to be loved. You don’t have to be needed to be loved.” Tears pool at the corners of his eyes. This level of tenderness, selfless love, he had forgotten what it felt like. Suddenly, a feeling of serenity enveils him. He blinks in realisation before letting out a chuckle. You lean back, tilt the head slightly to the side, raising a brow.
“What you want to say is…” he sits you on his lap, breathing in the perfume of your hair. “... that you’re stupid enough to love me.”
You giggle, taking the band from his hand, placing it where it belongs.
I re read your post war levi stories so much they’re such a source of comfort to me and i need you to know that
Thank you so much for the appreciation!! it is so encouraging to open my mail box to this message <3 . Writing them gives me a lot of comfort as well since they are a form of releasing my nostalgy and melancholy. I wish I could write more, but unfortunately, I have many personal projects in standby due to my master. Moving to a different country after being, for almost 30 years, mommy and daddy's girl has been rough, lonely, even depressing sometimes.
But I have a lot of work to do to keep my mind busy from the claws of depression that I somehow find shelter in that, in moving on, in taking action. In doing the things that have to be done.
I miss my family so much, my friends, my tribe, my culture, my house, but pushing ourselves out of our comfort zone is what allows us to grow.
Consulting the oracle in a bottle of scotch. He fiddles with the peeling corners of the label, the stumps in his hand still red and shiny. He shouldn't be mixing alcohol with antibiotics. Moonlight draws silver specks in his darkened pupils. The painkillers are wearing off, he can feel the pain brewing on the side of his face.
He tucks the head in the bent of his elbow and catches your steps from the other side of the wall. His eyes close, a sting spreads in his lips when he lightly grins.
"Levi!"
He revels in nudging you.
A frown creases your eyebrows as you snatch the glass and the bottle from the table. Your nagging is his new form of amusement. "I left you in bed this morning. How did you get here?" He feels the soft squeeze on his shoulder.
"You underestimate me."
"This is no fun, Levi." A chair screeches next to his, drowning your sigh. "You need to cooperate so you recover promptly."
"To recover for what exactly, y/n?"
Your eyes opened wide, prickles of regret surge under your chest. "I didn't—"
"I like that you pamper me." And it struck you. He's been the one looking after everyone else; he wants to be taken care of. "Hug me." He opens his eye, looking for your worried gaze.
"Hug you? you always told me to keep my grubby hands off you."
He wants to laugh, but it's too painful. He recalls the only time he's ever felt safe: in a hug from his mom.
Your back is pressed to his chest, his face buried in your hair. Peaceful breaths brush past your lips, your shoulders rise and fall. Levi wakes up first, reluctant to peel off you. The white gown is crumpled on the floor, his bow tie hangs from the doorknob. With a light flush grazing his cheeks, he recalls the events of last night, curling toes, forehead to forehead, the exchange of afterglow kisses, the giggling and whispering until your eyes drifted close. This can’t be a dream. You’re here, cocooned, and safe in his arms, the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes.
He reaches for your hand under the blanket and the cold metal is the there, bracing your ring finger.
Wife.
His wife.
The only fool who’d take him as husband. The only one who could see through his eyes.
If only he could tell you. His vows dripped from him in a stutter and flustered mess.
He loves the finesse with which you do things; he loves your smile, your velvety laugh, the spark in your eyes when you talk about your dreams, your superpower to see the good in people.
You deserve the best of this life, everything, and he promised to give you all of himself so that you will never miss anything.
You stir in his arms, groaning as you hang from the end tail of your dreams. A weak chuckle bursts from him, and he nose-bumps you on the head, dropping I love you’s to your ear.
He fervently believed that you had stepped into his path at the same moment the rest of his world collapsed. Farlan and Isabel are gone. And he had witnessed their farewell. Nightmares haunt him; ghosts of the past lurk around the corner. Everything he fought for, everything that moved him forward slipped through his fingers.
He supposed you are, somehow, a consolation sent by the one who watches it all.
Walls!
Your mellifluous voice appeased the anger caused by some brat who ruined his tea. Sugar is not only a luxury; it encroaches the true essence of the leaves.
The naïveté of a rookie painted across those plump rosy cheeks. He halted, black thin brows arching up. His shaky hands hidden behind his back. "Hey" you sighed in relief. "I am looking for squad leader Hange's lab. but I think I got lost." You raise your shoulders, biting your bottom lip in a sheepish smile.
His brain detonated, something hit hard in his chest. "Right... uh... " He gulped as he thought of the instructions. But a ten-second interaction wouldn't be enough. He felt the urgent need to delve deeper, and the door had opened at that moment. Opportunities like this don't come twice. He wouldn't waste it.
"Follow me."
Your eyes sparked and you joined his side, following him to the end of the corridor. your voice echoed on the walls as he attentively listened about the lazy lives of your three cats.
You made him feel normal again. You reminded him that he's not alone.
And now you inhabit his thoughts and inflame his heart.
“Right, Levi.” You place a thumb on your lips. “That’s nice of you to ask,” you ponder, “but I kind of have a no-dating policy with customers.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I can’t afford to buy anything you’re selling.” He turns around, his eyes gliding the perfectly sanded, tainted surface. It’d look great in his office, the rivulets of wood flowing under the morning light. Too bad that one year of his salary is not enough. And he’s not in need of a new desk. Treasury would not approve. Not after the fuss he made to procure fine tea. It is a fundamental need; their underdeveloped taste buds don't understand it.
You bite the inside of your cheek and say the evident. “A soldier.”
Not just any soldier.
“Survey Corps.” He breezes to the window, sweeps a finger along the sill. No grittiness. He smirks. Tries to play it cool. Deep inside, his nerves are wrecking him. His heart hammering in his ribcage, he can hear the beating behind his ears. Slaying titans is appeasing compared to being near you. Entering your woodshop was a mistake.
Why did he listen to shitty-glasses?
The paper wrap crisps in your sandpapery hands, and you flash a winsome smile. They’d look lovely on the counter desk. Pouring oranges and reds.
“Dahlias are my favorite; how did you know?”
He balls his hands in his pockets, turns around, shrugging, and opts for a wee lie. “You look like a dahlia person.” He coughs in his fist to dissipate the heat under his cheeks and curses at himself for coming up with the most slow-witted explanation he could’ve come up with. But the reality was so much worse. The creep lurking around was not the concept he wanted you to have of him.
Your eyes flick down, as you rock on your heels, curling your toes inside your boots. The invitation still lingers in the air, and military men are not out of your list. He’s handsome, primped and smells great. Gray eyes and (e/c) eyes meet, bursting his heart in a collision of stars. He’s fidgeting, cheeks feverishly blushing.
A dainty chuckle breaks from your glossy lips.
“I’d like to have tea with you.” You say; his eyes are quivering. “It’s a date, isn’t it?”
Levi’s eyes snap with startlement. “Y-yeah.” Tendrils of sweat trail down his spine. He takes a deep breath, his eyebrows mellow. “It is a date.” He smiles.
“So... King’s anniversary’s coronation. Are you coming?” Erwin casually dropped the question without a clear addressee, or at least in Levi’s opinion, as he played with a pen while waiting for the early morning meeting to end. He had only slept a very counted number of hours.
But as the silence reigned, it made him raise his attention, fearing that the question was directed at him. And indeed, it was. Erwin was looking at him.
“Are you coming?” Erwin insisted. “I don’t think I’ve to remind you how important this event is.”
Escaping the intense blue eyes, Levi pretended to be interested in anything else inside the room. “I... I’m rather busy. I’ve got a lot of delayed paperwork I should work on over the weekend.”
The commander looked exhausted as he stared back at him, the invitation slowly dropping onto the table. “I’m sure your boss, me, wouldn’t mind you presenting your work a couple of days later.”
“You don’t know my boss.”
Erwin sighed loudly and put away the letter with the invitation. “You know, very influential and powerful people attend these events. It would be great for the Scouts’ economy if you could go and land us some donations.”
He passed his plus-one invitation to Hange so they could try to get some donations for their titan investigations. Levi fought the urge to roll his eyes as Erwin’s speech was so frequent and repeated, like a mother angry at returning home to find the dishes not cleaned.
“You know that me and influential filthy pigs don’t get along.”
“Hey, I’ve been part of the Scouts longer, and he gets his own invitation while I get a plus-one?” The brunette complained.
“’Cause you’re not Humanity’s strongest?” Levi asked back with a raised eyebrow. “If you want it, I’ll gladly give you that stupid invitation.”
“Ugh, since that title landed you a date with that nurse of yours, you’ve gotten cocky about it,” Hange pointed out playfully, intending to get on Levi’s last nerve.
Erwin chuckled as Levi squinted his eyes. “She didn’t go out with me because of it.”
“Not even you believe that,” unlikely of him, Erwin joined in on the joke, making Levi roll his eyes and frown deeply.
“You two are just so fucking jealous. When was the last time any of your titles or medals got you a chick?”
The other two’s silence spoke volumes as they searched for a proper comeback.
He began to notice the small changes, like when they met again in a hallway. She greeted him first over Erwin and, very important detail, she still called him “captain,” but Levi swore it had an underlying sexy accent to it... or at least that’s what he liked to believe.
The first rule in the animal world is to land her interest; the second one? Maintain it. That means marking territory. This time subtly, he was not committing the same mistake twice.
How many hours was Levi sleeping to manage getting his paperwork done, his work as a captain, and trying to pay her as many visits as he could when he was over at the Capital for meetings? None, but at least he made sure a good couple of the MPs, who also walked around the hospital trying to land a nurse girlfriend, would think twice before approaching her.
“You want scones? It was my day for buying supplies for the staff room,” she commented while moving around, preparing tea. Levi was there doing paperwork he brought with him. Balancing both of their schedules wasn’t particularly easy, and perhaps that’s why their second date was just going to be a little after-work dinner.
‘Maybe... it’s my moment to casually imply that I don’t have a sweet tooth.’
“I don’t like sweet stuff, actually.”
‘...great, just great.’
The confusion was all over her face as she turned around. “Oh...” she softly frowned as she gave it a deeper thought, “...but I gifted you a cake.”
“Yeah.”
Lips pressed together as she stared at him. “You could just tell me.”
‘Yeah well, the time I tried to just tell ya, you got angry at me for a good fucking time, so perhaps it wasn’t the best idea.’
How many times had he seen the same picture he had right in front of him, only separated by a couple of steps? Eyes rolling and clicking his tongue, finding it so idiotic that it was even annoying. The only sort of speech he could come up with for his own defense was that “he wasn’t in service,” and usually they were.
Yes, they. Military police members walking around downtown without the jackets of the uniform on, but instead, the green unicorn swinging as any of their girls walked around with them on their shoulders.
There she was, the wings of freedom adorning her back. The sleeves weren’t on, just the shoulder pads casually resting on hers, preventing it from falling but not secured enough. ‘It’s like too cold... but too warm for my coat,’ she had mentioned as they exited the building, doing honor to the season where taking the winter coat early in the morning is a good idea but, by afternoon, it hangs on your arm.
“Here,” he had said, and before he knew it, he was seeing her walking slightly ahead of him with the jackets contrasting against her doveish uniform.
Marking territory, isn’t it all about that? Especially at the Capital, where all the MPs are looking at them as if they were the most absurd of all couples or perhaps it’s just plain jealousy.
“You’re going to love them! The food is so good, and the portions are huge,” she commented behind him as she guided him through streets it was rather obvious she knew better than him. As the sky turned coral, with days getting longer, the golden hour only helped highlight how cute he found her like that.
‘I’ve become what I swore to destroy...’
“I’m asking for a small one because if I eat too much, I am gonna fall asleep, and today I’ve got night service,” she commented, looking at the options at the street stand.
‘Thank god her suggestion wasn’t some stupidly fancy shop at Mitras that would force me to eat plain rice for the rest of the month.’
“You work tonight?” he commented back as he decided what to eat.
“Yes, there are a lot of mothers who reported feeling contractions. I may be working all night,” she replied before pointing, “If you like spicy, those sauces are great.”
He handed the money to the owner as he received both options and passed hers forward with his left hand.
“Thank you~” she sang, smiling back at him.
“You’re welcome,” he muttered as he put away the change back in his wallet.
‘Havin’ a girlfriend is expensive.’
He felt the tug from his arm as she gripped his hand and began to guide him. “Come on, I know a good spot at the park,” she said enthusiastically as she hand-hold dragged him.
Her hand felt stupidly soft against his, he thought, and delicate as if the absurd feeling of breaking it crossed his mind.
‘...but 100% worth it.’
He let her drag him, mostly because she could hardly even dream of moving him if he refused, but if she wished to get him somewhere, he would just let her have it.
‘I’ve to give it to them... the Capital is full of classist snob jerks, but the places are fucking nice,’ he thought, recalling how the downtown closer to the Scouts’ facility at
Wall Rose always smelled like horse dung, the little poor town always looked a bit grey, and there wasn’t much to do there. In contrast, the huge park with well-kept green grass, flowers, kids with expensive uniforms, statues, and decorated benches like the one they were sitting on marked a difference, especially since that place received the early spring sun directly.
‘There go my taxes.’
“MH-” she hummed, passing down a bite from her meal, “You want to taste mine?”
Pushing her option in his direction for him to take a bite, Levi checked their surroundings and felt the shame of perhaps someone seeing him doing that, but he soon began to suspect that keeping a relationship would require him to start doing a lot of embarrassing stuff. He took one bite and hummed in agreement.
Swallowing, he said with his usual monotone voice, “Wanna taste mine?”
As she bent forward to take a bite, Levi forced himself to look away as perhaps there were too many kids around to even think it.
‘Why when she offers it, it’s cute, and when I do it, I sound like a fucking pervert?’
“Mhhm, very good, I like yours. It’s more creamy!”
‘...stop it, please.’
As they ate, he asked, “Do you like kids?”
She turned around, confused, almost shocked. “Fuck—no. I didn’t mean it like that,” Levi quickly realized how odd that sounded. “I mean, the Midwife path is hard, so you must like kids a lot.”
‘I mean if you want to reply to the other question, it’s also valid... I like kids very fucking much, let me know when you’re willing to start practicing,’ he thought.
“Ah!” she exclaimed, understanding he referred to their previous conversation about her prospects of work tonight. “I became an orphan very young; both of my parents were very old when they decided to have me, so they passed away before I finished my studies. And midwifery is a very necessary but judged profession. Most of my coworkers can’t do it because their husbands or fathers think it’s inappropriate for a girl to be around strangers’ houses in the middle of the night.”
“So... since I’ve nobody to tell me what I can or can’t do, I decided I should do it,” she replied to him. “This is a good time to tell you, I guess, that I’m not dropping my career.”
Levi shook his head. “I don’t mind it.”
“That’s why I went to Erwin’s office the other time,” she commented, making Levi frown, recalling the scene. “He was helping me write a project to present to the higher ranks.”
Her enthusiasm dropped slightly. “But... they didn’t accept it. I felt so bad.”
“Ah, that was why you were all weeping when we returned from the expedition?” he dropped the detail, but mostly because the idea was still lingering in his head.
One hand covered her mouth, and then she blushed. “Ah! You saw that?! So embarrassing,” she said, giving a subtle little hit on his arm playfully. “Why didn’t those morons accept it?”
She shrugged with a soft sigh. “They said something about the government resources not being enough for that proposal.”
“Tch, they have money for their stupid events but not for this? What did you propose?”
“Ugh... mh.hmp,” she seemed reluctant to reply and hummed incoherently. “I... don’t want to offend you.”
Levi frowned deeply but raised a single eyebrow as a silent question.
“It was about doing campaigns of pre-natal check-ups on the underground pregnant women. Sometimes they have difficult pregnancies, and the lucky ones are dragged up here if they have some connections when the situation is already unsalvageable. The pre-natal non-permanent posts are all around the walls except there... but, well, I told you their resolution,” she scratched the side of her neck nervously as she explained.
“Probably because we will have to bring security to go, and MPs do not want to participate.”
“Why would that offend me?” Levi spat out the question as her nervousness appeared ridiculous.
“Oh well... I thought that perhaps it’s a sensitive topic for you, and I didn’t want to ruin the mood.”
“I’m not that soft,” Levi replied quietly, but he felt completely different. He knew she was kind-hearted, but it warmed him that, despite the idea not reaching far, at least there were people trying to change something. “You should keep trying until those assholes listen to you.”
She hummed positively. “You could try to change their minds,” she suggested between chuckles.
Levi scoffed. “Talk to Erwin; he’s the one who doesn’t allow me to beat their asses.”
‘Everything is going so well... it’s suspicious.’
“Oh! Careful!” she said, catching his attention before she ran her finger through his chin and then sucked it clean. “You’re going to dirty your shirt’s neck.”
‘... just let me fuck you already, I’m on my knees.’
“I was thinking...” she started, turning around to look at him, doll eyes and a cheeky smile. “Maybe we could hang out this upcoming weekend. The celebrations for the king’s coronation will be ongoing all night all around the walls. I thought that maybe we could stroll around too.”
Levi was already sweating cold; she was taking the initiative, inviting him out... there was only one issue.
“Wouldn’t it be nice?”
“Ehm—”
‘Think of an excuse, you asshole.’
“I... I actually have to stay at my place that weekend,” he said, but his last words were quickly followed by a soft pout, puppy eyes, and a subtle “Ow,” from her. Levi wasn’t usually a person to give excuses or unnecessarily explain himself.
‘Oh shit, it’s not that I don’t want to—it’s just that—’
“I had this stupid invitation to the higher-ranks party whatsoever and—”
‘And I’m kinda escaping my responsibility of attending that shitty party that’s why—oh... oh no,’ he thought.
Her eyes began to shine, and the smile returned to her features. “Oh my god, you’re going to the official party?”
‘No... no I wasn’t going—that’s the whole point,’ he thought.
“I always wanted to go to one of those,” she said with a dreamy stare, her voice subtle and soft, almost begging but not quite.
‘No, for fuck’s sake, don’t look at me like that.’
—
“These are the preparations for the upcoming week, and I’ve already reviewed your paperwork, and they seem alright,” Erwin reorganized the piles of paper in front of him quickly for the other soldier.
Slender fingers picked it up, returning to the door’s direction, yet the pace was rather odd, and the fingers tapped the new papers with uneasiness. Erwin didn’t pay it much mind as he returned to filling out the multiple letters he needed to get ready so they would be sent first thing the upcoming morning. Spreading dust over the black ink so it would dry quicker, his movements were controlled yet rushed.
“So... I was wondering... do you still have that invitation?”
Those words made the blond freeze up mid-movement. He slowly looked up at Levi, who was standing in the middle of his office. Each second that passed, announced by the clock, changed the Commander’s expression from confused to angry as his thick eyebrows drew together.
Straightening up but not saying a word, his fingers intertwined. “Tell me, Levi... how many years have you worked with the scouts?”
“Tch,” Levi switched his weight from one leg to the other, arms crossing on top of his chest. Levi rolled his eyes, annoyed, “What does that even matter? Five.”
“Ah, yes, I see,” Erwin muttered as if he didn’t already know the answer. “And how many balls, parties, and official events have you been invited to?”
The Captain had a feeling where this was going and only frowned deeply. “Many... all of them.”
“Yes, that’s correct,” the blond confirmed slowly as if the information needed to sink in. “You see, I’m asking because it seems like I must be losing my memory... because I can’t recall a single damn time you went to any of those events without me having to coerce you into it.”
“When I don’t go to those shitty events, it’s about me not supporting the scouts. When I decide to fucking go, it’s also an issue?”
“No, no, no, no,” Erwin clicked his tongue repeatedly, “You didn’t decide to go... she wants to go, isn’t it?”
Silence. Reigning silence.
“Are you making me a jealousy scene?” Levi raised an eyebrow, confused.
“No, I just can’t believe that as your boss and friend, I’ve begged you all this time to go to those events, and you’re going because a girl—my friend—asked you to. You’re so henpecked it should give you secondhand embarrassment.”
“Fine! Yes, yes, I’m doing it for her. Happy?” Levi replied, offended. “In a week and a half, we’re leaving for an expedition, and I’ve not even seen a shitty ankle! Fucking excuse me for trying to get laid before I risk my life out there with one of your suicidal plans! Maybe I should get out of here and ask Mike what type of stupid bullshit you did to get Marie’s attention.”
The battle of stares was over when, reluctantly, Erwin pulled out the invitation from his drawer and handed it over, “Here, thank you for reconsidering it.”
“You’re welcome... I’m in favor of the plans for the upcoming expedition, by the way,” Levi walked back to the desk to pick up the letter and replied as he took the piece of paper with him.
“Glad to hear.”
And the two of them carried on with their responsibilities as if neither of them had ever mentioned anything.
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