Armin looked up when he heard Levi’s voice coming in his direction, looking up and at the other he looked back down again, picking up some food. ” company” he answered simply, eating slowly and eventually finishing and standing up. “well…. you don’t want me near you so.. it doesn’t matter.” he answered, he started to walk away, stopped by his nurse and pushed towards his table again, a cup of his tablets placed down.
Irritating was the first word the came to mind when Armin made to walk away without allowing him a chance to reply. It was rude. Muttering under his breath, Levi was prepared to just wave the kid off and simply ignore him completely the next time around when Armin’s nurse steered him clear off the cafeteria’s double doors and back to his table. Levi didn’t even bother hiding his smug smirk at that. Keeping his eyes solidly trained on Armin’s face, Levi made it his personal goal to make the other uncomfortable with a glare.
Waiting for the first sun rise of the year… so bored… what to do..
Armin listened to the other, slowly eating his own meal, not really caring at the bland taste and more bothered about filling his stomach. His eating stopped however when the other asked him to leave him alone. So the other wasn’t lonely like he thought. looking at his food for a few seconds he raised his head to speak again only to see the other ignoring him.
With a solemn look he slowly stood with his tray, speaking quietly, “I thought… you might be as lonely as I am… I apologise” Finishing his sentence Armin left the table to move to another empty one, his whole body language changing from what it was with Levi to something else. Something more saddening, his whole body slumped and he no longer ate lie he was starving, as if he’d lost his appetite. Levi was the first person he’d spoken to properly since… well since his condition had started, and now he was being told his company was unwanted. It was a complete step backwards in the direction he wanted to be heading.
Levi half expected himself to feel relieved of some weight if Armin were to actually leave him alone and yet here he was feeling otherwise. He felt nothing short of guilt as he watched Armin slump over his tray, eyebrow twitching in annoyance for actually feeling such towards the younger male. Heaving a tired sigh, Levi rubbed the pads of his forefinger and thumb against his forehead. He had to admit that Armin had actually managed to pique his interest quite a bit with his persistence.
Giving himself a moment to consider his options once more, Levi grumbled under his breath before pushing his plate aside and throwing Armin a well aimed glare. “Alright kid, I give…. what do you really want from me? It could’ve have been for nothing. Armin must’ve had a reason for sitting at his table again and again after his fair warning the first time he had done so.
Armin practically glowed when the person who he had been wanting to talk to just told them to let him finish. He grinned and turned to thank the other only to see him gone. his mood deflated and he just went back to colouring, finishing up quickly and handing over the pencils and the sketchpad to the nurse before following her back to his room, knowing he had to be in his room earlier.
The medication he had wore off over a certain number of hours and before he can have an episode in front of everyone they prefer to keep him in his room until they’re sure the medication works so he can take more tablets. Until then 5pm would be his bedtime.
In the morning he took his tablet and sat on levi’s table again for breakfast not really caring what the other said, he needed to thank him for the day before. “Thank you….” he said simply, looking at the table. ” for… yesterday.”
When Armin sat next to him at breakfast again the following morning, he was less than surprised. He had suspected that the younger patient would do so but hadn’t really counted on the other doing it so soon. It irked him all the same though so what did it even matter?
Swallowing the bland excuse of scrambled eggs that he had chosen earlier that morning over baked beans, Levi threw Armin a mildly irritated stare. “Sure kid… whatever… Why don’t you repay me by leaving me alone?…”
He still couldn’t fathom why Armin wouldn’t give up after he had made it clear countless times that he did not appreciate his company. At first it had struck him that maybe the younger male was just completely stupid but something told him otherwise. Armin had an air around him that entailed intelligence. It was the only aspect of him that allowed him 30 seconds of Levi’s tolerance - but that was as much as he would give Armin; nothing more, nothing less.
Returning to his previous task of prodding at his breakfast while simultaneously wondering why it hasn’t poisoned him yet, Levi opted to ignoring his companion, uninterested as to whether or not Armin would actually heed to his wishes of leaving him alone - although he sincerely wished Armin would.
Armin returned to his table, not really noticing that the other had been looking at his drawing. he started to colour in, taking his time shading and adding little details as he went. he spent ages just colouring the drawing and he almost cried out when the nurse looking after him informed him it was time to hand in the drawing.
" But… I’m not done yet" he complained, his red pencil halfway through finishing the scarf, the last thing to be coloured. " please just half an hour and I’ll be done, I’m really not tired yet" He complained knowing he was acting like a child, but he was content and he could think clearly for the first time in months, he didn’t want to sleep and wake up in that muddled world again.
It had been quiet once more after that but Levi didn’t have to sit too long for the silence to be broken. This time, a nurse had approached Armin. For what, Levi hadn’t been able to tell until the younger male began speaking in hurried, frantic tones.
She had been trying to collect his sketchpad from him.
It was nothing of relative importance. They did that sometimes - the facility - take things from them that they think will help them understand of the inmate’s current state of mind. If not that, then to at least give them a clue as to what they were thinking. No big deal really. But Armin seemed relatively attached to his sketch, pleading for more time if only to finish coloring it as he had been doing so mere moments ago.
Rolling his eyes, Levi finally got up, bringing his cup along with him and purposely walking past the nurse that was with Armin. “Why don’t you let him finish it, he’s almost done anyway…” And with not another moment to spare, he was gone, walking away to dispose his cup back at the counter.
Armin’s mind wasn’t focusing on what he was drawing at all, his hand moved with his subconscious while his mind considered the possibilities of freedom from this place provided he takes his medication. Soon his hand had stopped drawing the outline and gone into detail, a youthful face appeared, followed by a hand holding some flowers, long hair. A scarf around her neck.
Ah then it clicked, he was drawing one of his best friends, the one who practically forced him to go to the doctors to get diagnosed. She hadn’t done anything wrong, she was just worried about Armin, and no doubt even more worried now. Hopefully he would be allowed a phone call soon to call them and let them know he was okay.
Once he was finished drawing his friend, the childhood version no less when she was less likely to hit some-one that insulted her and more likely to shout back or just glare, he stood and made his way to a nurse, patiently waiting until she noticed him to ask for some colouring pencils before heading back to his table.
From his vantage point, Levi could only vaguely make out the silhouette of a face, something dangling around a woman’s, no, a girl’s slim neck. The sketch had not a drop of colour but Levi was sharp enough to determine that it was of a child - a girl, maybe no older than 12.
Leaning forward once more to replace his cup back to its rightful place on top of his table, Levi silently wondered if it was someone Armin was related to. But she looked nothing like Armin… Waving the thought aside, Levi carded it off as the girl being the boy’s friend or girlfriend or whatever before humming under his breath. Regardless of their relationship, Levi had to admit that Armin had an affinity for drawing and he was impressed so to speak.
Such hobbies were quite encouraged in the facility. The doctors around them thought it was healthy and rather helpful for recovery if they had hobbies, whether it be playing musing, painting, singing, dancing or whatever. They all thought it was a step for everyone that brought them closer to reality’s norm.
Within the period of his musings, Armin had gotten up once. Levi hadn’t been paying attention to him enough but the next time he took a glance at Armin, the boy already had color pencils by his side.
Then again, this is not what I should be doing x___D
Adult versions of Jean, Eren and Armin ♥ I imagined that Eren would wear bite marks around his hands and arms, I know those should heal and all, but I liked to think he had to do that so many times they simply left a permanent mark. I just wanted him to have scars, leave me alone.
I guess Jean is just yelling an Connie in the lockers room X_D