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Remember: everything Levi Ackerman says is made up.
The dungeon. It's a mildewy, dark pit that's crawling with creepy little bastards that Levi would rather not encounter. That's exactly why he's sitting in this dreary interrogation room, waiting, while Hange goes down there and fetches you for yet another attempt at a little talk. His fingers impatiently drum on the wooden table as his eyes follow the hands of the clock on the wall.
Your image was branded into his mind for some god-awful reason. Actually, he knows the reason, he just didn’t want to admit that you were the most alluring creature he had ever encountered in his thirty-something years in this hell. No, he couldn't—you were the enemy after all, and a stubborn one at that.
After a while, the door swings open, and there you are, shackled and forced to sit in the chair directly in front of Levi. His heart involuntarily skips as your eyes meet, but thank God, Hange's antics distract him. "Wellllll, Levi, I sense that our beautiful little guest is feeling quite spunky this morning!" they chirp, plopping down beside the Captain. "I have a feeling that today just might be the day!"
Levi rolls his eyes and reluctantly meets yours again. "So. Playing with the rats and sleeping on the nice, cozy ground give you enough time to think about our deal?" he asks, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat. Both the Commander and Captain eagerly await your response.
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