[color=lightblue][h3]| Levi[/h3][/color]

	Exhaled, putting down her talk-notebook...it has only been six years since her father was taken away, the government was right to take him away and even though he tough her lessons she couldn't stand the feeling that your father just killed fifty-five scouts. She said in shame, his maniacal laugh, and yet his unique looks made her smile, forgetting the bloodshed that he created. She let out another small sigh, the words of the others echoing within her mind as she stared at the group. There laughs, there-laugh-silly-like anger filled her with joy, but...she couldn't correctly express her emotions as she did have a resting bitchface. Shrugging as she saw Angelo walking past her, his heavy footsteps and his dark attire made him mysterious.

	There seemingly a cold effect when she was always near him, Angelo was collected, quiet, and cold. The total tsundere-male pack, she watched him go off with his own business, but the aesthetics of the fog and his attire made the scene look so...mysterious, perfect for drawing. She grabbed out her drawing-notebook, and two different kinds of pencils that had different shading effects. The man already faded in the fog but...she could still clearly remember the scene. 

	The tall slender-like build, a flat chest in which she always see...but instead of being bare, it was only clothing that made his body look flat. His choice of weaponry was intriguing, the gears perfectly sufficed for a bow, but...she wondered if his weapon could delve deeper into another weapon. She rested her palm against her chin, her elbow lightly touching her stomach as she thought. Only a few glances of his weapon worked, she could easily separate multiple parts of the weapon without constantly looking back and forth, ' Thanks dad...' the words echoed in her mind, smiling as she drew Angelo's back, along with the fog surrounding him. 

	She felt a arm surround her neck, ' Prince...god dammit. ' She sighed, his demeanour annoyed her dearly, but...he was a nice person. She slowly moved his arm away from her neck area, stepping forward as she turned to face him. Her glare was deathly, her eyes simply blank as if she was staring into his soul...and maybe even deeper. 

	Closed her notebook, gently setting it in the satchel. Grabbing out the talk-notebook, quickly writing in cursive...

		" Stop... "
	
	She wrote, putting the words in front of his face, but not so close that he would be shoved into the notebooks papers.