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He’s been working out for the last hour at least and currently making use of the pull-up bar in their training area, with a set of crates stacked beneath him that resemble a makeshift set of steps he likely needed to reach the damn thing.

His back is to the door so when he hears someone enter, he can only guess their identity by their footsteps; there’s a certain heaviness to them, and he assumes it to be Erwin or Mike. Still he waits for them to say something, anything, but as arms pull him up and his chin reaches the bar once more, he feels a pair of hands on his bare back. And they’re not just simply there, either, because he can feel fingers begin to press and maneuver around the skin, presumably taking it all in, muscles and sweat and all. It could’ve been mistaken for the beginnings of a massage if he weren’t in the middle of exercising.

Holding himself in place, Levi looks over his shoulder and appears bewildered to see Mike there (not that he’d be any less surprised if it were Erwin.)

“Let them know that we need at least four more crates of rations,” Erwin was saying to Lynne just as Mike entered his office. He ignored his old friend for the moment, leaning over Lynne’s clipboard with his finger to the parchment. “The shipment last week was far too small. With training the way it is, we’ll need anything we can scrap together.” Erwin flipped up the page, grabbing his quill before signing his name on the bottom, “Let me know if they give you a hard time. Our budget should cover it.” He nodded, dismissing Lynne, who left his office and closed the door behind her, leaving him and Mike alone.

Focused intently on the images she was flipping through, Marie nearly dropped her camera when the doorbell sounded, clutching it when her feet hit the floor from the computer chair she was sitting on in her office, preparing to edit the photos from her latest shoot. 

She set the camera on her desk, taking a deep calming breath after having damaged such a precious piece of equipment and stood, pulling her hair from the loose ponytail at her side and flipping it upside down to gather it into a messy bun. 

With no idea who would be showing up on her doorstep without warning, she pulled the front door open cautiously, but when she saw her neighbor standing there, her eyes lit up and she straightened, pushing open the storm door. 

“No.” Mike doesn’t even lift his head to answer Levi. He takes a sharp metal tool cleaning dirt out of his boots. For a small moment, Levi doesn’t say anything, and Mike doesn’t feel like he should elaborate. After cleaning most of the sole off, Mike knocks the boot against the bench he’s sitting at just so he can get any excess dirt off. He stands up walking over to a cleaner bit of terrain before slipping his boots on, feeling the straps under the soft spot of his feet digging in.

“If you want to try, you’d better stop everything right now and become a monk.” Mike remarked, perhaps it was a joke, but his jokes were typically unclear. He paused in his stride, and lifted his foot so he could slip the knee high boots on. “But I don’t see how that would make a difference…” Mike blinked a few times. “I doubt there are things you can outweigh with kindness… Especially some things I’ve done.”

“I’d rather go back to the sewers.” He wasn’t the type to reference his past but this was Mike; he knew enough for Levi to feel comfortable cracking a joke about it. Back pressed to a nearby structure he crossed his arms, watched Mike rise from the bench he’d been sitting on. They’d reached a lull in their day and found themselves in the uncommon scenario of the two of them alone and conversing, and it somehow led him to asking the question.

(I guess my assumptions tend to come from more of my own headcanons, but I think that’s also something I need to work on, because development from interactions is really important to me in RP, but I feel I plot so little and I’m so awkward when interacting I end up in this RP circle of just never getting a solid plotted thread going.)

//Oh mine are partly from headcanons too, just further solidified through RP threads I guess. Unfortunately I’m reaching a point where canon is changing my view of things and my muse isn’t exactly able to catch up to those changes haha.

(I feel the same with Mike as my muse, I think I put him down as the sexuality he is just out of assumption, but I usually say questioning because, I don’t really know. I feel like sexuality isn’t something people go in knowing, it should be something that can be explored more in depth. People come for nsfw rp with little plot though, when it comes to sexuality. which is unfortunate. I find myself struggling because I didn’t develop it, and I don’t really know how.)

//Yeah like the sexuality L/evi has right now is based on the experiences he’s had on this blog so far, but with certain recent events I’ve gotten this strong feeling that there’s more to it. I’ve started to say questioning too but it feels weird saying so when L/evi isn’t ACTUALLY questioning anything yet lol, like it’s never been on his mind because it’s never had the opportunity to be on his mind, if that makes sense. And I kind of... wish it could be. But it’s like, how do I go about doing that?

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He didn’t see Mike often these days, unfortunate when he considered him to be one of his closer friends but different lives had a way of conflicting with one another. Work and responsibility didn’t care how your social life was doing.

So visits, planned or otherwise, were usually fine by him, but one at this hour was unusual for them both.