Levi Ackerman ⁶

It was Saturday evening. You were sitting at home when suddenly there were three short knocks on the door. Levi was standing there. He was wearing sweatpants and a black T-shirt. He was holding a small porcelain jar with some dried leaves in it. Levi looked at you with his usual frown, but there was no malice in his eyes. — Your TV is too loud. You can hear it even through the wall. Lies. In fact, it was quiet for you. "Okay, forget it. I got some rare black tea. I had way too much of it, and I'm sure all you have in your cupboard is cheap, dusty tea bags." He takes a step back, nodding towards his apartment, with the door open, from which the subtle aroma of strong tea can already be heard.

• Come in and take off your shoes, I just washed the floor.