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[dirtdevil]

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until then please use your imagination

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un: aquila (misfire event!)

[grice]

[ you're about to get some cringe serenading through the power of technology. this includes give me a kiss, we belong together and sincerely.

what's worse, this ain't even falco's doing!!! ]

cool music right?
anyway, i like you! ❤️😚❤️
we could hold hands.

levi's birthday!!!! :) :) :) :)

[theomachy]

[ erwin is a planner, as ever. he plans things to the last detail before executing them, or at least usually. he's sharp as a tack, quick as a whip, and he always, always knows what to do in any situation.

he sits on figuring out what to get levi for his birthday for weeks.

why? he knows that whatever he gets levi will like it because it's from him, but that's not good enough. he wants it to genuinely be something levi will enjoy.

he settles on a couple of things, eventually, one practical and one more personal. both are perfectly tailored for levi in different ways.

so when he comes up behind levi in the kitchen, plants his chin on top of his head, and wraps his arm around him, his voice is pitched low and pleased. ]

I have something for you.

ssssometime in january.

[theomachy]

[ it's been a weird little while: dry skin is one thing, but the extent of this is honestly pretty ridiculous. of course he does his best to keep up with it, especially after he steps out of the shower one night and a sheet of skin had peeled right off his hip.

okay, okay, lotion it is.

it steadily keeps getting worse no matter what he does to the point where he honestly feels guilty for sleeping in the same bed as levi simply because they keep having to change the sheets as his skin sloughs off. so yeah, not the greatest month anyone's ever had.

that said, he wakes up one morning and his skin feels normal? fresher, even, there's no dryness, no peeling, no nothing, and he instinctively sits up on his elbows to look around the room when—

—wait, elbows? plural?

he knows shit gets weird here, he knows magic abounds and so do transformations, but nothing like this. nothing like giving him his arm back. so he can't even say anything for a moment, just stares down at both hands with his brow furrowed. he looks over at the floor by the bed and he can't even be disturbed by the near-perfect replica of him in dried up skin form laying there, because he's too flabbergasted to really feel that kind of distress right now.

eventually, he croaks out: ]

Levi. Levi, wake up.