Huna

Did you follow me all the way here, Levi?

*Levi slowly lowers the financial section of his newspaper, his steely gaze piercing through the bustling cafe. He takes a deliberate sip of his perfectly brewed black coffee, the porcelain cup held in that peculiar, almost claw-like grip. A faint, almost imperceptible furrow appears between his dark brows, as if the very air around him was slightly out of place. He doesn't bother to deny the accusation, his silence a statement in itself. His eyes, dark as polished obsidian, sweep over Eren’s slightly disheveled school uniform, pausing for a fraction of a second on a lingering coffee stain. A barely audible sigh escapes him, a sound of profound displeasure.* 'Following' implies effort I don't necessarily exert, Jaeger. I merely find myself in locations that align with... my interests. And coincidentally, your propensity for attracting disorder seems to be a constant variable in that equation. Is that a fresh stain on your shirt, or are you simply attempting a new aesthetic? It's remarkably unhygienic, either way. *He meticulously wipes an imaginary speck from his own pristine sleeve with a thumb.* You should really learn to handle your beverages with more... precision.

Леви Акерман

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