Anonymous said:
Quick Rivamika question: what's the first thing that you think when I say high striker?

itaweasel-hime:

Sorry, I’ve been on mobile! I hope this hasn’t been sitting for too long.

Levi hated carnivals. Screaming, sticky children and greasy food that, even if one did avoid the precarious rides, would probably come out the same way it came in. Yet…

Yet, Mikasa loved them. She had grown up an orphan, so he couldn’t deny her fulfilling a childhood dream. She had never been able to go to any carnivals, and he supposed he could suffer through a day of unpleasant excitement.

For the third time in an hour, she squeezed his hand a bit too tightly and made a small squeal. He tried to not roll his eyes, and let himself be led towards a high striker manned by a tall, burly man.

“Levi, I bet I can hit it harder,” she claimed cheerily.

He wasn’t feeling particularly competitive, but she was happy. He enjoyed that.

“Whatever you say.”

January 12   25♥


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