#| bravo 004

[levimercer]

@codename-fugue​

Levi is sprawled spread-eagle across the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He’s in an undershirt and boxers, and the outside of his left leg is bandaged from mid-thigh to ankle. Charlie had given him something to take for the pain and, though he’s never been one for narcotics, Levi can certainly see the appeal. Everything is all quite floaty and the throbbing in his leg is more distant memory than overwhelming presence. The steady click of a typewriter meshes with the Casablanca city sounds and Levi zones on it for a while.

He might drowse for a while, might not, but when he zones back in again the click of the typewriter has stopped and he props himself up on one elbow and squints over, face relaxing again once he sees Mortimer. “Hi,” he grins slowly, as if it’s the funniest thing in the world.

[levimercer]

@klaraxblom​

It’s been two days and Levi has gotten restless.

He always does, when he has to sit still for too long, and this time is no different—the fact that there’s no broken bones or anything this time makes it that much easier. It’s all a glorified flesh wound, really. Sure, one that had taken more stitches to sew up that Levi cared to think about, but. Flesh wound.

Walking around outside was out of the question, but bouncing from room to room seemed obtainable.

Klara’s is the room next to theirs so he gently raps his knuckles across her door first.