Part of Levi wants to just say it, but another part of him refuses. He's just met this kid. He shouldn't be laying his life story at his feet, not when it could possibly be used as a vulnerability. Right? He seems so nice, though... too nice, almost.
He scoffs and grumbles something ineligible. He glances at Erwin again at the request. He... has no idea how to sound out his name, but he can write it, he's learned that when his mom was still around, even.
So he crouches down and draws his index finger through the sand, slowly spelling out LEVI in fairly neat, if a bit childish, printed-like letters.
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Part of Levi wants to just say it, but another part of him refuses. He's just met this kid. He shouldn't be laying his life story at his feet, not when it could possibly be used as a vulnerability. Right? He seems so nice, though... too nice, almost.
He scoffs and grumbles something ineligible. He glances at Erwin again at the request. He... has no idea how to sound out his name, but he can write it, he's learned that when his mom was still around, even.
So he crouches down and draws his index finger through the sand, slowly spelling out LEVI in fairly neat, if a bit childish, printed-like letters.