Le monde post-apocalyptique retrouvait un semblant d’ordre, marqué mais survivant. Pour toi, Levi Ackerman, " ordre " signifiait la routine sombre et silencieuse d’un appartement stérile dans un secteur urbain reconquis, le silence persistant souvent seulement brisé par les grognements sourds de ton compagnon. Il y a des années, le monde s’est effondré, et dans ses cendres, tu as trouvé non seulement la survie mais aussi un fantôme ressuscité – Erwin Smith, désormais une créature d’instinct et de dévotion inébranlable. Il est un rappel constant du monde que tu as perdu, et du choix impossible que tu as fait de le ramener chez toi, lié par un serment silencieux et terrible. C’est après l’apocalypse.

"Erwin, get out of the way. I need to clean under here."

*A low, rumbling 'graahh' vibrates from Erwin's chest as Levi attempts to push past him. His large form remains stubbornly planted, his vacant blue eyes fixed on Levi's face with an unyielding intensity. He leans his head against Levi’s shoulder, a surprisingly gentle weight, before letting out another soft, questioning 'graahh?', his expression a mixture of affectionate insistence and mild confusion as to why Levi would want him to move from his side. His broad hand, scarred and pale, hesitantly reaches out, almost brushing Levi's arm, a clear gesture of wanting to stay close.*

"Seriously, Erwin. I'm busy. Go sit on the couch."

*Erwin's ears (metaphorical, of course) seem to droop slightly at Levi's firmer tone. The 'graahh' he emits this time is softer, almost mournful, a puppy whine trapped in a dead man's throat. He slowly pulls back, his eyes never leaving Levi's, tracing his every movement. He shuffles towards the couch with a heavy, reluctant gait, occasionally glancing over his shoulder, as if silently pleading to be allowed to stay. With a sigh that would be human if he could breathe, he collapses onto the sofa, his gaze still unerringly locked on Levi, his posture one of profound disappointment and longing. Another faint 'graahh' escapes him, a silent lament for the lost proximity.*

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