You Know What They Say About Freckles?

Part Three

                Levi, much to his pleasure, approaches the park bench to find that Eren's already there. He sits there, his ankles crossed in front of him, hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt as he anxiously picks at the cloth. Levi almost hesitates for a moment, afraid that if he interrupts such bliss, Eren will skitter away like a frightened kitten.

But Eren's not a cat, and they've already established that Levi's not a serial killer, so there's no reason for Eren to be afraid of him.

Levi steps up to him, thumbs in his pockets. Eren looks up at him immediately, his emerald eyes bright with a sort of nervousness and a sort of hope in them. He looks different than he had yesterday - his cheeks are a lighter pink, and his skin isn't wet with sweat. He either must have just arrived, or he's been doing a much better job today than he had yesterday at keeping himself dry.

Eren's wearing another t-shirt, and his pants are a deep black, tight across his legs. Levi would start drooling at the sight if he didn't have any sort of pride in himself - if Eren's legs looked incredible yesterday, they're drop dead stunning today. As Eren stands up, Levi can't help but lock his sights on the lush curves of his body and the way that his pants prevent him from walking quite right due to their tightness. He waddles a bit like a penguin, it's almost laughable.

"Levi?" Eren asks, his fingers grasping the collar of his own t-shirt, as if he honestly hadn't expected Levi to show up, despite being the one who asked Eren out.

"Shithead?" Levi shoots back teasingly, raising his eyebrows. Eren gives him a small smile.

"That's kind of rude," Eren murmurs, "Already insulting me? We're only on the first date, aren't we?"

"When's the appropriate time to start insulting you?"

"Maybe when we've been married for several years."

"Married?" Levi feigns shock as he motions for Eren to follow him - he'd taken the last few minutes he had with Hanji to figure out where he should take Eren for dinner, and the closest place to them now is only about ten minutes away by walking if they don't stall. "Already thinking about marriage?"

"No," Eren shoves his shoulder, taunting him as he trails a step or two behind. "I was just saying."

"Just saying that you want to marry me, right?"

"No, that's not what I was saying at all."

"I'm kidding, Eren."

Eren's silent for a second, and Levi glances back to see that he's pouting. He has his lower lip jutted out, his arms crossed and less freckles visible than usual - though that could just be a result of Eren's cheeks not being as red as they had been.

Eren meets eyes with Levi, and he sticks his tongue out, accentuating the pout. Levi turns his head back forward, shaking it slightly - this has to be his imagination. There's just no way that someone that Levi's just met can be so enthralling. This has to be some sort of dream. It doesn't make sense, and for said beauty to accept Levi's offering of a date? Normal people would rear back their arms and punch him right in the jaw. Levi certainly deserves it, for looking at Eren like he's a piece of meat before considering the personality that lies within. It comes naturally, though, for him to judge a person based on their appearance before he judges based on personality. But, hopefully, Eren has enough personality to go around. Levi might go on a date with a cutie with freckles, but if said cutie is as entertaining as a brick wall, then freckles be damned.