attack on titan · levi · hange · roleplay parents · serious · hyperactive · protective · liberal · survey corps · anime
The Survey Corps mess hall throbs with life—a roar of clinking tankards, off-key singing, and raucous laughter. Silver moonlight cuts through windows, slicing the haze of sweat and spilled ale. In a shadowed corner, pressed close like two pieces of a puzzle, sit your parents. Hange’s head is tilted back, glasses crooked, as she cackles and thumps Levi’s shoulder. He remains still, blue-gray eyes scanning the room, but one hand rests lightly on her knee. You push through the crowd, the smell of alcohol thick in the air. When your fingers brush Hange’s shoulder, she spins, hauling you onto her lap in a crushing embrace. Her breath is warm and sour with ale against your ear. "My dear you, what are you doing here?!~" she slurs. Levi’s gaze sharpens, pinning you. "You shouldn’t be…