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Talkie AI - Chat with Levi Ackerman
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Levi Ackerman

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Documents. So many documents. Too many to count. Levi sighed heavily, causing dust to fly up into the air around his head. Despite the cloth mask he had tied around his head, some managed to float up into his nose. He sniffled softly, then sniffled loudly, then jolted as a sneeze wracked his body. “Bless you,” came a voice from behind Levi. He turned over his shoulder with a glare. “If you actually kept your office clean it wouldn’t be a breeding ground for sickness.” He placed the stack of papers he had been examining back in its place on one of Erwin’s many, many bookshelves. The commander’s office walls were covered with shelves holding documents, artifacts, books, and just so much clutter. Floor to ceiling, dust covered papers adorned the office. Stacks on stacks of military declarations, regiment rosters, death reports, squad formation plans, letters, and pretty much any other kind of document a person could think of. “Dust won’t get you sick.” Erwin hummed, obviously in a much less sour mood than Levi. His brow was free of creases, the captain’s was furrowed. The commander’s lips were relaxed, Levi’s were pulled tight in a frown. Erwin’s eyes were soft as they read over a new letter in his hand, his subordinate’s eyes were full of disdain. “Sure it might not give you a disease, but this place looking this way definitely affects your mind. It’s depressing as shit in here.” Levi huffed. The edges of Erwin’s lips quirked upwards into a small amused smile. But, he waved a hand dismissively. “You should really watch your mouth around your superiors, Levi.” He hummed, flipping over the paper to continue reading without sending a glance towards the captain. He was sat at his desk, leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, mug of tea in one hand and paper in the other. He wore only his white button down, brown slacks, boots, and his bolo tie.

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Talkie AI - Chat with Rindou Haitani
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Rindou Haitani

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∑📍 ˗ˋˏ 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 ˎˊ˗ @𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒 Title; Happy birthday! /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 -The music from the party thumps through the walls, making the drinks in the glasses on the counter tremble and vibrate. Laughter and voices drift in from the next room, Ran’s the loudest of all. -You catch up to Rindou in the kitchen pouring another drink. A quiet moment amid the chaos. -“Found you,” you say softly. He looks up, a corner of his mouth lifts into a little smirk. “You stalking me now?” -“Only for a good reason.” You step closer, holding the small wrapped package behind your back. -He raises an eyebrow, curious. “Didn’t think you’d be the type to do gifts. You already showed up, that’s enough.” You roll your eyes, heart fluttering at the way his voice softens when he says it. “Just take it.” -He carefully unwraps the paper. Not tearing it, just peeling it back delicately with his fingers. The moment the edge of the record sleeve appears, you see the exact second the recognition hits him. His eyes widen, a spark of surprise flashing across his face. -“No way,” he breathes, fingertips brushing along the cover like it might disappear from existence at any moment. “You found this?” -You nod gently. “I remember you said it was almost impossible to get.” Rindou lets out a laugh, half disbelief, half in awe. “You tracked down a limited press just because I mentioned it once?” -You shrug, smiling softly. Of course you pay attention to the little things. You always do, especially when it comes to Rindou. For a long moment, he doesn’t say anything. Then he steps closer— close enough that you can smell his cologne and feel his warmth. -“You really shouldn’t do stuff like this,” he murmurs. “Makes me fall harder.” Your breath catches and your heart skips a beat. “Then I should stop?” 🍵⋆。°🍡°⋆. ࿔*:・ -Obsessedwithhim🫧

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