Levi: Humanity's Strongest (kills_titans) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2017-09-29 12:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, levi ackerman |
WHO: Levi Ackerman and Dean Winchester
WHEN: Thursday
WHERE: The bowling alley
WHAT: Date? Well, it's something.
Being a generally punctual sort, Levi found himself outside his apartment building a few minutes earlier than seven pm -- playing it casual by sitting on the stoop and messing with his cell phone while he waited for something that may or may not happen. He wouldn't have blamed the man he'd sort of bossed his way into an outing with if he didn't show. Dean had seemed prepared to shit an oversized brick by the end of their conversation and Levi had gotten his kicks in by that point anyway. Maybe that vague sense of amusement he'd gotten over winning in a game of wits would have to be enough for the night. Levi figured he could be okay with that, even if he was interested in figuring bowling out. And seeing how cars worked from the inside (although he watched a frankly disturbing amount of television and was fairly sure he got the basics of that now, even if he'd never been in one), amongst other things.
And maybe, yeah, he liked having reasons to leave his apartment. Reasons to not sit on the couch that was clearly meant for more than one, and just watch television and silently wonder whether or not people from his old world would appreciate it as much as he did. For living in a brand new and much improved world, Levi spent a probably unhealthy amount of time thinking only about the dead. As much as he'd like to think that might change - that, hell, he'd meet new people (cute diner girls or boys who made decent burgers, maybe) and find new hobbies and let this become the new norm, he doubted very much that would ever really be the case. The best he could do was straddle the line between here and there.
Even a man with his sense of balance wasn't having the easiest time of it.
Feeling annoyed with the way his thoughts were running rampant and depressing, Levi rolled his eyes and shut his phone off before straightening up his posture and glancing in the direction of the street when the low rumble of a car engine called for most of his attention. Were cars meant to make that noise?