“If you are creating an unsafe environment by launching debris into the air, then you are not helping.” He says, voice relaying obvious aggravation. Hayato seems taken aback when Levi listens, and he folds his arms. Getting worked-up over this won’t help, so he tries to keep a cool head.

He’s never been good at holding back, and the other moving into his space gets Hayato defensive and tense.

Of all the remarks he could have prepared himself for, a comment on his odor has his jaw dropping. He’s offended, and shuts his mouth, opens it, closes it, then opens the top of his coveralls to smell himself to check he’s clean.

Little else greets him aside from his cologne: a spicy citrus blend that was gifted to him from Artemis.

“Rrrr, What the fuck makes you think I want to tell you about myself, Eh?!” His ears are burning up in embarrassment. Hayato doesn’t stink, and he’s getting ridiculously worked up over it.

Which is perhaps making the scent that was lingering about him come off much stronger, and the top of his boiler suit is open, further airing out that pungent aroma. Hayato is clueless, nose-blind to his regular musk, but he’s offended, short-fused, and oddly aroused.