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We're Open! Time for Introductions!

[When Levi comes to, he's in a large room, like a ball room up in the Interior that they host galas in. He doesn't feel injured or tired, why did he pass out? Lifting himself to his feet he finds... that the doors are locked.]

This is fucking bullshit. Whoever did this is gonna be in a world of pain.

[He can't pick the locks and no matter how hard he tries they can't be kicked down. Looks like he's stuck.... As well as everyone else that shows up.]

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There's no immediate threat, don't worry yourself. [It's mostly sarcastic.]

Get up, you look fucking retarded there on the fucking floor.

[Eren pushes himself to stand, wiping his dusty hands off on his shirt.]

I suppose you woke up perfectly put together then?

[His tone is more sarcastic than he intended, and he flinches a little when his mind catches up with his mouth, bracing for a blow.]

[He knees him in the stomach this time.]

Certainly not as fucking filthy as you. Tch.

[He eyes the dirt Eren's wiped onto his top, and looks away in disgust.]

Gross.

[Eren doubles up, the air wheezing from his lungs with a pained noise, forcing himself up straight after a few moments to get his breath back.]

It's only dust, it'll brush right off.

[He rubs his hands against his shirt, trying to get the dust off, but only succeeds in grinding it into the weave of the fabric.]

Ugh, you're fucking disgusting.

[He's not even looking at him right now, he can't.]

Stop it. There's no way out of this fucking room yet, don't make yourself so dirty I get sick.

Sorry, sir.

[Eren stops wiping his hands on his front, clutching the hem of his shirt hesitantly.]

Would... would it be better if I took it off?

No! What do you think this is?

[He points at the door.]

That other brat, the Armored one, he can't bust that door in, so I doubt you can. Am I wrong?

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[Eren tugs the hem of his shirt down quickly, two pink spots appearing on his cheeks.]

I just didn't want you to be sick, sir!

[He looks over at the door, frowning a little.]

Do you actually want me to try and change now? In here?

The ceiling is high enough, the only one who couldn't do it is probably that skinless brat. He'd just bring the ceiling down on us.

[Yeah, now that he knows they're shifters too, the ferocity of the two is... greatly reduced. They're just bratty cadets.]

We need a way out of here. Then we can start planning to fucking rip the assholes of the guys who threw us in here.

Right, sir!

[Eren bites down on his hand, transforming in a flash of light and smoke, lumbering over to kick at the door, but it doesn't give an inch no matter how many times he tries. Eventually he leaves his Titan form, pulling out of the flesh at its neck. He's too hot all over, his skin itching, and his vision swims as he pulls his legs free.]

It's no good, sir, it won't give...

[His eyelids flutter, and his knees give way, sinking down to the floor in a heap of limbs.]

Didn't think so.

[He sighs, leaning to grab Eren up by the waist and sits him up in the alcove again, making a face as he wipes Titan... whatever from his hands.]

Stay with me, Jaeger.

[Eren's head lolls on his shoulders, looking at Levi through dazed eyes, mouth moving softly as he tries to speak, though in the end he settles for leaning back against the corner of the alcove to keep himself upright until he can speak again.]

I'm still not used to changing back, sir...

Didn't Zoe put you through your paces enough?

[He rolls his eyes.]

Whatever. Now we need a new plan.

She tried, but I got good at avoiding her when she was in a research mood.

[Downtime in the Scouting Legion had been rare enough, and Eren had better ways to spend his time than being prodded at, so he'd taken to avoiding her...]

Do you even know why we're here?

Yeah... I think we all are at this point.

[He shakes his head at the thought, before huffing a little. Back on track!]

No, I woke up in here same as you. The door can't be busted open, and neither can the fucking windows. There's food and drinks, that's all I know.

At least we're not here to be killed, then, otherwise they wouldn't feed us.

[Eren looks over, at the table where the food is laid out, enough choice and variety to make his stomach growl. He hasn't eaten since... who knows when, when he can't remember how he got here?]

Do you mind if I go and get something to eat, sir?

I don't give a shit. I know it's not poisoned or anything, other people have been eating it, so knock yourself out.

[He's not touching suspicious food, though.]

[Eren helps himself to food, but only a little, years of hunger making him cautious when it comes to rationing. It's only after he's nibbled through a slice of bread that he realises Levi made no mention of eating it himself...]

Have you not eaten anything, sir?

I'm not touching some food laid out by who knows what.

Fucking dirty, for one, and two, it's suspicious.

If they wanted to kill us, they wouldn't need to use food. They could have just cut our throats while we were unconscious. Besides, you eat food cooked by other people all the time... don't you?

[Eren cocks his head to one side, wondering if the lance corporal's bizarre obsession with cleanliness goes as far as preparing his own meals.]

I've allowed others to prepare coffee and tea before...

[But you sort of managed to kill Petra, so...]

Well, if you eat what I eat, you know it's not poisoned. And you have to eat something, or you'll starve.

[Eren holds out the plate he'd filled to Levi, some bread, cheese and a few pieces of fruit left on it.]

[He makes a face, looking down at the plate he's been handed.]

Yes, but I just watched you pick all of this off the damn table with your bare hands, you disgusting sack of shit.

[Eren just sighs, holding his hands out.] They're clean, see? [He looks down at them himself, only to see smudges of dust left over from the floor, wiping them quickly on his shirt again in the hopes that Levi won't notice...]

They are not, you fucking trash.

[He throws the plate back at him.]

Clean up.

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