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// okay. Im not used to short rp’s. But I will start small since you been gone so long.
The ravenette tapped his worn in combat boots. He sighed and grumbled as he waited in line at the cafe. The male before him was taking way too damn long in ordering his drink or food. Or whatever the hell he wanted.
“Oi. Hurry up brat.”
He muttered. He wasn’t scared the other was taller than him. He was once in the military years before. He didn’t look it. But Levi was strong as hell.
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@ikariis “Trust me. You excited is a scene I don’t want to ever see.” He grumbled as he rolled his eyes. “My name is of no concern to you. But if I had to guess yours. It would be ‘DouceBag’.” He ran his hand through his raven black hair as he waited for his tea. “Like hell you make me nervous. You just annoy me.” Waitinf he eventually took the tea when it was ready. He did his best to ignore the doucebag besdie him as he stared at the hearts aroudn the stupid made up name. “In your dreams.” He muttered before thanking the blonde as he turned his form and left the cafe without anofher word to the tall brunette.
ikariis
@-lost_Beautyy- # - ✎. . . ❝ don't get me excited then. not cool, man. ❞ he'd say in a mocking tone, taking a cup from his best friend's hand the moment the other made his request. ❝ you seem like a tea guy. real dark and gloomy. and you look like.. a vinny. vincent—- yeah. that's what you look like. ❞ with that, eren would write the name on ' vincent's ' cup, drawing a couple hearts next to it as well. admittedly, he did stare the moment he handed the cup back to armin. but he couldn't help it. the stranger was the sudden focal point. he'd breathe out in amusement, ❝ do i make you nervous ? ❞
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@ikariis “Idiot. I didn’t mean sexually! You are far from my type you damn brat!” He grumbled as he got to finally see the counter and the usual blonde worker. “What I normally get.” He muttered. He knew the blonde already knew he wanted to order black tea made from tea leave’s only. “Shut up kid. Im not in my damn forties.” Hell no. He was mid thirties. And he looked damn good for his age. Especially with his under cut hairstyle. Grabbing his wallet he was irritated as he felt eyes on him. “Stop staring at me..” He hissed sending him a glare.
