⛱ [ Levi had no intention of coming to a party of all places, but, well. Once he found out that Hange was going, and that there would be a large water body possibly filled with creatures, he figured he should be around, just in case he needs to stop them from doing anything... stupid. ]
[ He's... not dressed for the occasion at all, minus the lei that's been forced on him upon entry. In fact, he's still in his uniform -- pants and knee-high boots included, as well as a button-up shirt and a cravat. Don't question it. He also has his trusty knee brace on, as well. At least he seems to have undone a button or two on his shirt and his sleeves are rolled up, which is as much concessions as he's willing to make. ]
🍹 [ Later on, he might also sport a pair of shades procured from... somewhere(probably won through some very one-sided water jousting as he simply could not afford to be knocked down into icky beach water, and then doused in disinfectant), as he sits in a lounge chair under an umbrella with a cold drink in hand that he sips from occasionally. It's got a colourful straw and a tiny umbrella in it, which is perhaps surprising to see on someone so gloomy and serious. ]
[ He... seems to be having a reasonably good time? ]
[ At some point, he'll also be eyeing the peach bruschetta, because the peach arc is still growing strong and he's quite fond of both peach tea and the actual peach he's tried so far. Perhaps he just needs a little encouragement to go grab it?.. ]
🔥 [ While he doesn't necessarily join those huddling next to the fire, he does move somewhat closer as it gets darker. ]
[ It's a nostalgic feeling; people sitting around a fire outside, talking and laughing. He's not really listening, though; perhaps he's thinking of a similar occasion in a different time, judging from the way his expression turns distant the longer he stares into the flames. ]
💥 (( cw: ptsd )) [ The fireworks, however, turn out to be less of a good time. He may not have been present for the height of artillery bombardment back home, but he sure did get a thunderspear exploding in his face. ]
[ He hears it before he even sees it, and by the time he's even registered that he heard anything, he's already acted; the nearest table had been turned over like a barricade, whatever had been on it scattering to the ground, and he's crouched behind it, having put that improvised shield between himself and the source of the explosion. ]
[ It's only then that he realizes nothing else is actually happening, and any looks of surprise or concern will just be met with a glare as he slowly straightens up and dusts the sand off his pants. ]
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[ Levi had no intention of coming to a party of all places, but, well. Once he found out that Hange was going, and that there would be a large water body possibly filled with creatures, he figured he should be around, just in case he needs to stop them from doing anything... stupid. ]
[ He's... not dressed for the occasion at all, minus the lei that's been forced on him upon entry. In fact, he's still in his uniform -- pants and knee-high boots included, as well as a button-up shirt and a cravat. Don't question it. He also has his trusty knee brace on, as well. At least he seems to have undone a button or two on his shirt and his sleeves are rolled up, which is as much concessions as he's willing to make. ]
🍹
[ Later on, he might also sport a pair of shades procured from... somewhere
(probably won through some very one-sided water jousting as he simply could not afford to be knocked down into icky beach water, and then doused in disinfectant), as he sits in a lounge chair under an umbrella with a cold drink in hand that he sips from occasionally. It's got a colourful straw and a tiny umbrella in it, which is perhaps surprising to see on someone so gloomy and serious. ][ He... seems to be having a reasonably good time? ]
[ At some point, he'll also be eyeing the peach bruschetta, because the peach arc is still growing strong and he's quite fond of both peach tea and the actual peach he's tried so far. Perhaps he just needs a little encouragement to go grab it?.. ]
🔥
[ While he doesn't necessarily join those huddling next to the fire, he does move somewhat closer as it gets darker. ]
[ It's a nostalgic feeling; people sitting around a fire outside, talking and laughing. He's not really listening, though; perhaps he's thinking of a similar occasion in a different time, judging from the way his expression turns distant the longer he stares into the flames. ]
💥 (( cw: ptsd ))
[ The fireworks, however, turn out to be less of a good time. He may not have been present for the height of artillery bombardment back home, but he sure did get a thunderspear exploding in his face. ]
[ He hears it before he even sees it, and by the time he's even registered that he heard anything, he's already acted; the nearest table had been turned over like a barricade, whatever had been on it scattering to the ground, and he's crouched behind it, having put that improvised shield between himself and the source of the explosion. ]
[ It's only then that he realizes nothing else is actually happening, and any looks of surprise or concern will just be met with a glare as he slowly straightens up and dusts the sand off his pants. ]