[ we do not mention the devil’s place in this household
the whole time, eren’s been trying to pin point an actual conversation starter, or how to even approach the man correctly, but it’s probably worse than the carly approach. he was still short— what was he doing now? how long had he been here? had they crossed paths before, had eren not noticed earlier? were his eyes playing tricks and urging him to follow a complete stranger with no real reason that could be neatly worded into sense?
the man stops, turns, speaks all at once and eren freezes from head to toe, shoulders curving into a tense and fumbling in every human way possible. his voice was like a whip, and the deja vu here is crazy. words? not coming, even with his mouth moving. he seemed . . . not as old as eren remembered, but then again, eren would probably look older than most of levi’s future memories, if this was actually levi, well, he knows it’s not actually but— it still was? recollé can be confusing!!
what should he say? what should he say without making himself look more incriminating than he was already? (this was a bad idea and he did not think this through) ]
S—sir, [ he says, in a nervous blurt out that he immediately regrets because why would you call him sir he’s not that older than you. quickly, eren tries to backpedal. ] I . . . Hhh, I’m.
[ back straight, buds out of his ears, he’s almost at attention because what else should he do in front of captain beatdown. ]
Eren.
[ that’s it. that’s his intro. titan just pants in the meantime, urging eren to keep the ball rolling. ]
no subject
the whole time, eren’s been trying to pin point an actual conversation starter, or how to even approach the man correctly, but it’s probably worse than the carly approach. he was still short— what was he doing now? how long had he been here? had they crossed paths before, had eren not noticed earlier? were his eyes playing tricks and urging him to follow a complete stranger with no real reason that could be neatly worded into sense?
the man stops, turns, speaks all at once and eren freezes from head to toe, shoulders curving into a tense and fumbling in every human way possible. his voice was like a whip, and the deja vu here is crazy. words? not coming, even with his mouth moving. he seemed . . . not as old as eren remembered, but then again, eren would probably look older than most of levi’s future memories, if this was actually levi, well, he knows it’s not actually but— it still was? recollé can be confusing!!
what should he say? what should he say without making himself look more incriminating than he was already? (this was a bad idea and he did not think this through) ]
S—sir, [ he says, in a nervous blurt out that he immediately regrets because why would you call him sir he’s not that older than you. quickly, eren tries to backpedal. ] I . . . Hhh, I’m.
[ back straight, buds out of his ears, he’s almost at attention because what else should he do in front of captain beatdown. ]
Eren.
[ that’s it. that’s his intro. titan just pants in the meantime, urging eren to keep the ball rolling. ]
Is . . . Your name Levi?