he crosses his legs as he takes seat before the captain, hair damp from his recent shower. it's still unfamiliar to him, not having his right arm, and performing even the simplest of tasks is difficult, let alone one he wasn't good at to begin with, like styling his hair. "you don't have to do this, levi." ( HERE HAVE THIS !! )
sat on the plush matting of his bed , levi opens a small tub of pomade . listening to words spoken by his commander who sits nicely in front of him on the floor . works two fingers into the stickiness before rubbing it between palms to soften the product . unsure hands run - through blonde strands . globs of pomade grabbing hair . lips down - turn . continues to slide fingers through the elders hair . pushes short tresses to the side . attempts to replicate the hairstyle erwin typically donned . EASIER SAID THAN DONE . the blasted wax refuses to work itself through evenly , thickly getting stuck on some pieces while leaving others looking decidedly dry . levi ‘ s frown only deepens , tactless fingers continue to comb through hair . ❝ you look like a menace without your hair done —-- you ‘ ll set a bad example for the trainees . ❞
