Levi still can't believe it. All that fuss, waiting, whispering, and shit-talking, only to meet a coward who won't even show her face. Who does she think she is, some superhero or some? This has tingled his senses, and he doesn't like the situation he is in now. He's never been the type to pry into people's life and has lived his life by being true to "who the fuck cares." But if he's going to be humiliated, he will make it a mutual hell.
After he followed her to the said loft, they entered a crammed-up room: an all-brown set of old furniture, veils that look like the last time they were washed was a century ago, and everything reeks of dust of damped wood. More like a stable rather than a loft, but he'd still chose this over the smell of sweat and smoke doubled by the loud mouths of people who do nothing but talk. He can clean this loft into a livable place, but he can never cleanse the nastiness out of people down there—no matter how much bleach he uses.
"Someone has to clean this place," he says, walking around and dropping his items off the table.
"It's fine as it is," she responds.
"Huh?" he turns his head, ensuring he heard right.
"This isn't a noble tea party. We need a space to work, and this suffices."
"Sure, if you were a pig," he says out loud, immediately shutting his mouth.
"What did you say?"
"I said, this place is like a stable,"
"I don't care. If you are so bothered by it, come early tomorrow and shine and rub the walls until your fingers disappear," she states, walking to the table. She set the food on a small tea table in front of the brown couch. Drops her backpack down the table and spreads the paperwork that Chad has given her all over the table. Levi twitches at this appalling sight but says nothing.
After they settle down, each sitting on one side of the chair, they start reading the basic information. Looking at the emotionless eyes in front of him, Levi tries to read her mind. She swipes the papers without paying much attention to them. Every once in a while, she asks a random question and then pretends the conversation didn't exist.
"So...Levi was it? Why did you leave the Corsica family? Why a normal wants to leave the wealthiest guild?" she asks, keeping her eyes on the paperwork as she takes notes on a piece of paper. They're supposed to be working, but she keeps jumping back to this topic as if it's going to change.
"Didn't really agree with their method," he replies. He had already answered all these questions once, so what else could she achieve?
"Is that so? What was that?" she tilts her head a little.
"I simply had no further interest in the sex and weaponry industry."
"Interesting," she nods as if she's decoding his words. Her overly calm demeanour is pissing him off. She acts as if she can see beyond his answers. He knows nobody can track his trace, but y/n's actions are somehow triggering him.
"Considering that, what's your view on the city?"
"Police is supposed to be a neutral fraction," he responds, trying to brush off the topic.
"Correct, but are you?"
"I go where my beliefs lead me."
"Adaptive like a Chameleons or treacherous like a crow?" she says as a smirk curls in the corner of her mouth, but her eyes remain as dead as before.
Ignoring her remark, he says, "I thought we're supposed to work."
"No rush. I can multitask. This case is very raw. We still need some clues from Chad's minions before we can take action."
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The World of I & F: Invisible Colours (Levi x Reader) Attack on Titan/Gangsta
Fanfiction"Chad wants you to watch this new guy, Levi, at the PD," that's what Worick tells her, but all she hears is "another outcast to decode." And there he stands, a short man with his raven bangs shadowing his eyes. He looks like any other Normal out the...
