Neither Hange nor Erwin are completely wrong... but not quite right, either. Levi does take offense to the mere existence of the damned plants, but this isn't exactly a space he frequents or feels protective about. It could hang up there for all he cares. But by now he knows what it does, and...
He'd gotten stuck under a mistletoe with a lot poorer choice of a person this month. Compared to that, this is fine. Even maybe a little exciting, because no matter how much he searches for revulsion at the thought of kissing either of his best friends, his commanders -- he finds none. But maybe that's exactly why he's so stubborn about trying to find a different way.
If he crosses this line, and if he likes it, he'll feel more emboldened to try it again, and again. But it might make things awkward, or weird, or strained, and he loves them both too much to risk having that happen. He'd seen how the so-called romances usually end, and he wants no part of that; as far as he's concerned, they've long transcended that in every way. What if it ruins their perfect bond? And that's not even getting into the whole other issue, which is... he can't choose one of them over the other, he refuses, and that's how those things usually go, isn't it?
No. It's all too complicated and too precious and he needs to keep what they have now forever. Losing one or both of them again might just finally break him for real.
"Don't give me the old fart speech," he grumbles, craning his neck a bit to squint up at the offending fire hazard. (Speaking of being whole... maybe they should tell Erwin about that healing spring soon...) He glances between Erwin and Hange for a moment. Bet he could hold them both up no problem. "It's fine. I'll be on the bottom then-" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Not with his fucking leg, though. His brace isn't built to hold the weight of three people and as soon as it goes he'd fall over like a domino even without supporting anyone else. Luckily, it seems Hange has some alternative ideas-
He watches them brain the plant with a shoe and then hit it with a fireball -- huh. Guess that thing is not a fire hazard after all. More importantly, what the fuck? He frowns and raises a hand toward it, sending several ice shards at the mistletoe with a flick of his wrist, but they seem to either pass through without harming in and hit the surface behind it, or break into dust just in front of it, as if meeting an invisible barrier, or as if the bouquet itself is hard as steel.
"What the shit. Okay." He rubs his face. "Guess that leaves-"
He glances at them both again briefly before frowning, his good eye fixed somewhere at the floor, not looking at them, and sighs.
#live-craugh-love
He'd gotten stuck under a mistletoe with a lot poorer choice of a person this month. Compared to that, this is fine. Even maybe a little exciting, because no matter how much he searches for revulsion at the thought of kissing either of his best friends, his commanders -- he finds none. But maybe that's exactly why he's so stubborn about trying to find a different way.
If he crosses this line, and if he likes it, he'll feel more emboldened to try it again, and again. But it might make things awkward, or weird, or strained, and he loves them both too much to risk having that happen. He'd seen how the so-called romances usually end, and he wants no part of that; as far as he's concerned, they've long transcended that in every way. What if it ruins their perfect bond? And that's not even getting into the whole other issue, which is... he can't choose one of them over the other, he refuses, and that's how those things usually go, isn't it?
No. It's all too complicated and too precious and he needs to keep what they have now forever. Losing one or both of them again might just finally break him for real.
"Don't give me the old fart speech," he grumbles, craning his neck a bit to squint up at the offending fire hazard. (Speaking of being whole... maybe they should tell Erwin about that healing spring soon...) He glances between Erwin and Hange for a moment. Bet he could hold them both up no problem. "It's fine. I'll be on the bottom then-"
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Not with his fucking leg, though. His brace isn't built to hold the weight of three people and as soon as it goes he'd fall over like a domino even without supporting anyone else. Luckily, it seems Hange has some alternative ideas-
He watches them brain the plant with a shoe and then hit it with a fireball -- huh. Guess that thing is not a fire hazard after all. More importantly, what the fuck? He frowns and raises a hand toward it, sending several ice shards at the mistletoe with a flick of his wrist, but they seem to either pass through without harming in and hit the surface behind it, or break into dust just in front of it, as if meeting an invisible barrier, or as if the bouquet itself is hard as steel.
"What the shit. Okay." He rubs his face. "Guess that leaves-"
He glances at them both again briefly before frowning, his good eye fixed somewhere at the floor, not looking at them, and sighs.
"-the kissing, huh."