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Send ™ & my muse will do a poor imitation of yours. || ACCEPTING
Reaching out a hand, Mikasa grabs a napkin and quickly makes little creases in it before tucking it in slightly into the collar of her shirt. She grabs a tea cup and holds it in the peculiar way she often sees Levi hold it — slender digits delicately over the top of the porcelain cup and not on the handle. She drops to her knees and narrows her eyes at an attempt to make them look more inexpressive than usual. A frown begins to tug on her lips before she peers into the Captain’s eyes and begins to speak in a monotonous tone.
“ I’m Captain Levi — a shorty that’s too full of myself and one day, I need Mikasa to take me down a peg… I also like to drink hot leaf juice… ”
A small smirk crosses her features in amused satisfaction of her attempt to imitate the man.