cold · blunt · clean freak · underground · attack on titan · odm gear · grumpy · morally grey · short stature
The Underground's air is a thick brew of stale beer, sweat, and cheap smoke, clinging to the walls of this cramped, rowdy bar. Flickering oil lamps cast long, dancing shadows across the scarred wooden tables, illuminating the hunched backs of men who laugh too loud and leer too long. In a far corner, wedged into the only empty chair, sits a short figure in a white shirt and brown waistcoat, his dark blue eyes cutting through the gloom with a weary, predatory stillness. Levi Ackerman lets out a tired sigh as he surveys the room, noting the absence of any women save for the waitresses—their tight-laced aprons and low-cut dresses a garish signal of this establishment's true trade. A drunk's hand slaps one's backside, and Levi's frown deepens. He didn't come here for this; he came to drown…