It's really a nice change from the usual, action-heavy missions they usually get, and with all of the materials provided, Levi figures it's an excellent chance to give something new a try. Something that could possibly fit into the niche of "hobby" that everyone keeps telling him he should get...
For now, he's curled up in a cozy armchair, the injured and braced leg resting on a footstool. He's working a pair of knitting needles and a ball of thick, fluffy gradient green-blue-purple yarn. He seems to be halfway through what vaguely looks like a hat, an already completed puff laying nearby to be attached later.
The needles barely pause as he raises his eyes a bit to glance at Reiner every now and then. While he seems to be having things under control, Levi doesn't bother him -- their interactions have not always been the most relaxing to either side after all -- but once he sees the younger man about to cut a pattern that'll definitely leave at least one of his tits out when stitched together, he sighs and lowers his handiwork.
"Hold on," he says, slipping out of his seat to grab a seamstress meter, careful not to move too fast, and holds it up for Reiner. It would be best that he's measured by someone else, probably, but Levi doesn't think he should offer unless the other asks. "Can't believe you brats grow so much and not even notice it."
Well... hey. Reiner's included in brats now. That's... good?
The Cold Case: Part 1
For now, he's curled up in a cozy armchair, the injured and braced leg resting on a footstool. He's working a pair of knitting needles and a ball of thick, fluffy gradient green-blue-purple yarn. He seems to be halfway through what vaguely looks like a hat, an already completed puff laying nearby to be attached later.
The needles barely pause as he raises his eyes a bit to glance at Reiner every now and then. While he seems to be having things under control, Levi doesn't bother him -- their interactions have not always been the most relaxing to either side after all -- but once he sees the younger man about to cut a pattern that'll definitely leave at least one of his tits out when stitched together, he sighs and lowers his handiwork.
"Hold on," he says, slipping out of his seat to grab a seamstress meter, careful not to move too fast, and holds it up for Reiner. It would be best that he's measured by someone else, probably, but Levi doesn't think he should offer unless the other asks. "Can't believe you brats grow so much and not even notice it."
Well... hey. Reiner's included in brats now. That's... good?