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“Why is it that you’re the bloodsucker here, yet I’m the one who gets mistaken for a fucking vampire?”
Eren smiled into Levi’s skin, nipping a wrist playfully. His companionate never failed at finding something to bitch about, much to Eren’s amusement.
“Maybe it’s something to do with how you still look so much like you did as a preteen at a glance.”
The glare sent his direction could have dropped a lesser man; Eren was long-used to it. To him, Levi’s resting face was murderously grumpy at best.
“Or it might just be how pale you are, I dunno.” Better mistaken for a vampire than having anyone suspect the truth of Levi’s heritage.
“Just get on with things, Eren.”
“Yes, yes.” Eren rolled his eyes as he drew Levi into his arms, onto his lap; the large window seat ideal for their preferred position. He could already taste the scent of his companionate on the evening breeze.
Levi had been gone for far too long this time, necessary though his trips often were.
As sharp teeth broke the thin barrier of skin, Eren vowed to keep Levi closer for the time being; no matter the current state of affairs with the ITC. Mikasa would never learn without experience, after all.
Then Levi moaned, arms wrapped tightly around Eren and Eren was lost to thought.