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Day Twenty-Three- Ink Pens

Day Twenty-Three- Ink Pens

(11/29/14)

Levi pushed his black-rimmed glasses up his nose with a single pointer finger. He shuffled through some envelopes before pulling out a thick, white one. "Mmm," he muttered to himself. "Electricity."

Beside him, Eren sighed with too much emphasis. As much as he hated managing the checkbook, the man somewhat enjoyed the quiet evenings. Well, he thought, at least I don't have to pay the bills this time. 

To Levi, these days were the best and the worst. He loved organizing silently with Eren, maybe have small talk. But it was frustrating just how much the utilities cost, not to mention Eren's birthday around the corner. With our monthly budget, how am I to get what he wanted?

Levi recalled Eren as his eyes twinkled, watching the latest 3D Manuver Gear design in the Colossa-Mart store window. Eren frowned unhappily whenever Levi mentioned his twenty-fifth birthday, asking to please not get him anything. On top of that, money would be an extremely tight squeeze, after Levi's latest purchase. Eren's sigh seemed to be contagious, for Levi did exactly the same. His heart thudded heavily, and it took all of the raven  man's will to maintain a calm expression. In anxiety, he pushed his glasses up hastily. 

Eren squinted, and he kept his eyes trained on the checkbook as to look inconspicuous. But he watched Levi out of the corner of his eye. Was he feeling alright? He kept a straight face, but his eyes darted all over the electricity bill. They were a crazy mess. Plus, Levi kept pushing his glasses up. 

"E-Eren-San, can you do me a favor?" Levi said suddenly, almost yelling, for some reason. Eren jumped. 

"Yeah, what?" He asked with concern. Levi never looked so apprehensive. 

"This pen is out of ink. Would you be a dear and go get one from atop the microwave? Left drawer, please." Levi grinned crookedly at him, showing up his hands holding together all the papers. Of course. He didn't want Eren to be sidetracked by something so silly when he was busy himself.

Eren smiled, relieved, and agreed. "Of course, Senpai~!" He leaped up, happy for an excuse to leave the dreaded billing spot. 

As Eren strolled into the kitchen with a weird jump in his step, Levi threw the perfectly good pen to the side and fingered the cube in his pocket. "Baka, baka, baka," he growled with an embarassed feeling. He repeatedly thumped his own forehead. 

He bit his lip worriedly. Sweat beaded on his forehead. C'mon, Eren, c'mon... A feeling of dread washed over Levi when he heard a small click in the kitchen.

Eren stood, gaping, in the middle of their cooking room. The ink pen rolled, silently, away from his feet. Numbness overcame Eren, and his mouth shaped half-words. 

In their kitchen was a refridgerator, a stove, and a microwave. Above the last machine were drawers. Levi was an organized man, so he kept pens and other writing utensils in them. Next to the microwave was a large sticker on the wall. It had a black chalkboard covering, and on it would be grocery lists, appointment dates, family birthdays, important information. 

But all the different colors of chalk had been hurriedly smeared away. In the center of the board were four block words in white powder that changed Eren and Levi's lives forever: Will you marry me?

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A/N: Squee! The feels! What did I say, Turtle doesn't disappoint. 

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As always, epicturtle0623, out!