Looking in the direction Gokudera pointed to, Levi shrugs his cropped jacket off and hangs it neatly from a hook near the door. Rolling up his sleeves and using his ascot as a makeshift mask, he pushed his bangs back and strolled over towards the broom.
His attire was probably a little on the strange side, off-white tunic and creamy white, skintight pants with belts, buckles, and straps covering most of his legs and up along his torso.
Taking the broom, he started without being instructed, taking the liberty of cleaning around Gokudera as he worked, kicking up larger debris and sending it flying towards the bin with a flair and flavour that screamed he was used to fighting.
"You called this place a rage room?" Missing the point of what this place was, Levi decided that trying to make conversation while he worked would help him ignore the smell that was coming off of the other. "What reason do you have to want to know more about me?"
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His attire was probably a little on the strange side, off-white tunic and creamy white, skintight pants with belts, buckles, and straps covering most of his legs and up along his torso.
Taking the broom, he started without being instructed, taking the liberty of cleaning around Gokudera as he worked, kicking up larger debris and sending it flying towards the bin with a flair and flavour that screamed he was used to fighting.
"You called this place a rage room?" Missing the point of what this place was, Levi decided that trying to make conversation while he worked would help him ignore the smell that was coming off of the other. "What reason do you have to want to know more about me?"