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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager, Minor_or_Background_Relationship(s)
  Character:
      Eren_Yeager, Grisha_Yeager, Connie_Springer, Sasha_Blouse, Jean_Kirstein,
      Marco_Bott, Armin_Arlert, Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Hange_Zoë, Minor
      Characters
  Additional Tags:
      Inspired_by_Shameless_(US), Drug_Use, Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism,
      Depression, Mental_Health_Issues, Fluff_and_Smut, Eventual_Smut, Slow
      Build, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Eren_Is_a_Little_Shit
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-04 Chapters: 1/? Words: 5133
****** Happy Thoughts ******
by Soigne
Summary
     Eren Jaeger is struggling to take care of his five siblings, trying
     his hardest to maintain sane, and questioning his sexuality all at
     once. Luckily, he finds a man willing to help him with all three of
     those issues.
Notes
     I'm creating this fic because there's nothing better than not having
     any of your others finished and piling more stories onto the others.
     And obviously this is based off of Shameless (U.S.).
“Eren, have you seen my phone?”
Eren yelled out in pain as his hand grazed the side of the hot skillet that he
was cooking breakfast on. He yanked his arm away from the stove top to cradle
it to his chest and, accidentally, ended up knocking said skillet off of the
stove and onto the floor. The three pancakes that had been cooking in the pan
flew in separate directions; the first bouncing up and then back onto the
floor, the second sticking an uncooked side to the oven door and the last
landing on Eren’s foot.
With a swift kick, the pancake unstuck itself from Eren’s foot and joined the
other one of the floor, “I have not. I’ve told you a million times to keep
better track of your stuff. Do you remember where you set it last?” He scooped
down and attempted to peel one of the pancakes off of the oven door. The only
issue with that, was that they were still scalding hot and burned his fingers
as soon as he attempted to grab one. Instead of addressing the pancake issue,
he picked up the cooking pan and tossed it into the pile of dirty dished next
to the sink.
Mikasa walked into the kitchen, backpack thrown over one of her shoulders as
she hurried around to find the rest of her stuff for school, “No. The whole
idea of it being lost is not remembering where I set it last.” Without a word,
she walked around the mess that was the area where Eren was fixing breakfast
and sat at the dining table. She pulled out a thick textbook that had been
issued by the school and flipped to a bookmarked page. She began reading almost
instantly, and immediately, Eren knew that she had forgotten to do her
homework.
“How many times have I told you to not wait until last minute to finish your
homework? You need to do it the night before,” Eren eventually succeeded in
grabbing the pancake and he threw it into the trash, followed by the second and
third one. After they were disposed of, he walked around the breakfast island
built into their kitchen and eyed his younger sister with what would only be
described as a grimace. “One day, you’re gong to get to school and you’re not
going to have your homework done because you put it off for too long.”
“It’s not like I was putting it off,” she growled. “I just forgot that I had
it.” Eren rolled his eyes at her explanation and roughed up her hair with his
fingers. She furrowed her eyebrows in annoyance and smacked his hand away. Just
after, a loud thud from the den signaled that Connie and Sasha had just ran
down the staircase and had jumped the final five steps.
Eren sighed and grabbed a hand towel from next to the sink. He briskly walked
to the refrigerator and opened the the freezer side of it, pulling out a bag of
frozen peas before wrapping them in the cloth. Sasha walked in moments later
with her bright pink backpack dragging behind her on the floor and a blue
sweater tied around her waist. After she had passed through the entryway, Eren
held out the wrapped bag of peas and Connie grabbed them without question;
pressing them to the side of his face where he had been punched the day earlier
by a boy from school.
“Mikasa forgot to do her homework,” Connie teased as soon as he saw his older
sister bent over at the table.
Mikasa’s head popped up. She grabbed her now empty backpack and chucked it at
Connie, where he ducked last minute and dodged it. The green, torn up bag then
flew straight into Eren and made him almost drop the large, overflowing plate
of pancakes that he had made to feed everyone for breakfast.
He chose to ignore the flying-backpack-incident, “where is Jean and Armin?”
Eren said as he set the pancakes onto the table. He spun on his heel and
retrieved the silverware and plates that had been sitting on the counter top
for everyone to use. As soon as he set them down onto the table, all of his
siblings were grabbing their own with quick fingers and then filling their
plates with more than they could eat.
Eren left to go back into the kitchen and came back with two bottles of the
cheapest maple syrup that they had at the grocery store and a stick of butter
on a plate.
Sasha grabbed seven pancakes as she responded, “I think that Armin is still
sleeping, but I’m pretty sure that Jean snuck out last night.”
With that being said, Eren set down the food items a little too roughly, “what
do you mean that he snuck out last night? And you didn’t tell me this why?”
Sasha shrugged.
“You’re a snitch,” came a sudden voice from the entry way, reveling a fully
dressed Jean with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He walked past the
kitchen and took his own place at the table and then took and drag, blowing the
chemicals straight into Sasha’s face. He knew fully well how much she hated the
smell of cigarette smoke, which was made even more evident from how she cringed
and attempted to wave the smoke away.
Eren went to the table to deliver the cups and yanked the cigarette from Jean’s
mouth, “no smoking at the table. Now, go wake up your brother. You guys have
not even,” he checked his watch, “ten minutes to finish your breakfast. You
cannot wait until last minute like yesterday and run there. You will be late
and none of you can take another tardy.”
Jean mumbled something under his breath and shoved away from the table to go
wake up Armin. As soon as he was out of the kitchen, Eren took a large drag
from the cigarette and then put it out by squashing it onto Jean’s empty plate.
“But you said-” Sasha started, but was shut up by the look that her older
brother sent in her direction.
Armin and Jean entered the kitchen just seconds later. Armin looked like he
didn’t get any sleep at all the previous night, and Jean looked annoyed, per
usual.
“Were you up studying late last night?” Eren asked. He watched the blonde sit
down at the table and help himself to the still quite full plate of pancakes,
“or were you up reading like I told you not to?” Armin froze.
“I’m getting to a very good part of my book,” the younger sibling offered,
smothering his stack of pancakes with butter.
“Can me and Sasha go to the skate-park after school?” Connie asked as he held
out his mug for Eren.
Eren hesitated,“yes- but you have to bring your helmet and no going on the
half-pipe. You almost broke your arm last time.” He grabbed the ceramic mug
from his younger brother and walked back into the kitchen for the up-teenth
time that morning. He set it down on the counter top before he began searching
for the orange juice in the refrigerator. He moved the half-gallon of milk to
the side and reached around a small container of packaged deli meat to grab the
carton, “and that goes for you too, Sasha.” He strode back to the table with
the carton of orange juice in his left hand, the mug in his right and the half-
gallon of milk cradled in his left arm.
Sasha pouted, “but that’s not fair! I didn’t almost-break my arm like Connie
last time and I didn’t even get to go on it because Connie was too busy laying
in the middle of it crying!”
Her older brother set down Connie’s mug in front of him and then grabbed
Sasha’s to fill with milk, “that doesn’t matter. You both should be careful
when you’re out doing stuff like that. You can go on everything else, okay?”
Eren caught a whiff of the milk that he was pouring into Sasha’s cup and nearly
dropped the container, “and who left out the milk? This stuff’s supposed to be
good for the next two weeks.”
“Probably Grisha,” Jean mumbled under his breath as he shoved a forkful of
pancakes into his mouth. Everyone nodded.
“Speaking of Grisha, has anyone seen him recently?” Eren asked as he dropped
the spoiled half-gallon into the trash can.
Mikasa looked up from her book, “he probably fell asleep at the bar like last
time.”
“Ten bucks, I bet that he’s in the neighbor’s trash can,” Connie said to Armin.
“Well, I bet you twenty that he’s hanging out at the police station again,”
Jean said, adding more maple syrup to his pancakes. Everyone glanced at him
with a strange look and Connie sighed, grabbing the only twenty on himself and
handing it to Jean because he knew that he was already right.
Armin raised a hand, “actually, he’s sleeping under the tree in the backyard.”
Connie snatched the twenty back with a wide grin, but Eren grabbed it out of
his hand.
Eren pocketed the money, “first of all, you cannot go around betting with my
money. Second, this is money I gave you the other day for that school field
trip. Why didn’t you use it? Better yet, why the fuck did you not go on that
field trip?”
Connie groaned, “it was lame. We were going to go meet the mayor of the city
and he’s a stuck up prick. I didn’t want to waste my day, and since I was
already excused from all of my classes, me and Sasha went into town.” Sasha
glared at her brother from across the table for ratting her out.
“Oh,” Eren put his hands on his hips, “and where’s the twenty dollars that I
gave you?”
“She lost it playing poker,” Connie yelled out in pain as Sasha slapped him on
the arm, “why’d you hit me?!”
“You asshole!” Sasha cried, shoving away from the table to go grab her backpack
from the floor on the other side of the room, “you promised that you wouldn’t
tell!”
Connie shrugged, “I had my fingers crossed.”
“Okay everyone,” Eren started to clear the table of the now empty plates,
silverware and half-full cups, “you all need to get to school.” He grabbed the
plate that Armin was still eating off of and threw the rest of the pancakes
into the trash despite Armin’s protests, “and no more betting with my money,
Sasha,” he shot his sister a glare and then moved it over to his brother,
“Connie.”
Connie rolled his eyes and grabbed his backpack from the floor, followed by an
Armin who was taking three pancakes to eat on the way. Jean didn’t budge from
where he was sitting because he was too busy on his phone, texting someone, to
realize that Eren was ushering them all out of the door so they wouldn’t be
late.
Mikasa was the last one to exit through the door, walking extremely slow as she
continued to read from her textbook. When she accident walked into the doorway
on her way out, Eren decided that enough was enough and took the book from her,
slammed it shut, and handed it back. She groaned at this but didn’t reopen the
book in front of her older brother. Only when she was outside of the house and
out of his sight, did she reopen her science book and continue to read.
Once Armin, Connie, Sasha and Mikasa were out of the house, Eren sighed in
relief and flopped down onto the couch with no grace whatsoever. Maybe he could
catch a few hours of sleep until they got back.
Just the thought made him smile.
He was about to shut his eyes when he caught sight of Jean still sitting at the
kitchen table. Lucky for Jean, Eren was no longer going to stand up and yell at
him due to how tired he was, so he just settled for calling out, “you should
get to school, Jean.”
“Fuck off, Eren.”
Eren slammed his hands down on the sides of the couch and lifted himself up,
“you’re going to fucking school, Jean. I’m not asking you to, I’m telling you
to.” He stood up and wiped not-so-invisible dirt off of his jeans with the
palms of his hands. He would have to get on Connie about building dirt-castles
on the furniture.
“Since when did you become my fucking mom?” Jean stood up from the dining table
and began to walk towards the staircase that led to his shared room with Armin
and Connie. Eren stepped in front of his path and Jean tried to shove his way
past his older brother, however, Eren wasn’t in the mood to fight and shoved
him back from walking up the stairs.
“You’re going to school.”
There was a long moment where the two siblings just stared at each other, jaws
clenched and bodies taught before Jean sighed and threw up his hands in defeat.
“Fine, I’ll go to fucking school. Jesus fucking Christ, dude. Lay off of it a
bit. You’re starting to sound like mom when she actually cared.” He moved away
from Eren and tossed his backpack haphazardly over his shoulder and pushed open
the front door with more force than necessary, leaving Eren standing in the
living room with a look of shock on his face.
He crossed back and forth to the couch twice; pacing, before he had a sudden
realization and ran to the door. As soon as he opened it, his beliefs were
true.
“School is in the other direction, Jean!”
Jean turned around from where he was walking away towards the subway station,
flipped his brother off with both hands and took off jogging in the direction
he originally was going; ignoring Eren completely and taking off to god-knows-
where. He took off his backpack after a few paces and tossed it into a garbage
can that was next to the homeless guy that was always hanging out on the block.
Correction, that wasn’t the homeless guy that was always hanging out, it was
Grisha- which contradicted Armin’s earlier claim that he was in the backyard.
Instead of chasing after Jean, Eren slammed the front door shut, jogged down
the stairs and then across the street. He already knew that he was passed out
from a night of drinking, it didn’t take a genius to realize that Grisha wasn’t
conscious- let alone, sober. The man didn’t just casually lay down to take a
nap on the dirty sidewalk. He would have to drink enough to pass out when he
was still standing and fall to the ground.
Grisha didn’t stir as Eren approached him, and he still didn’t wake up even
when his oldest son kicked his leg once, twice, and then for a third time. If
it was anyone else, Eren would be concerned for them to be suffering from an
overdose or alcohol poisoning. The only difference was that this was Grisha,
and that was enough of an explanation for anyone.
“Wake up you old lazy fuck,” Eren grabbed him by the back of the shirt and
yanked him up into a sitting position. When his father still wasn’t awake, he
sighed, took a deep breath, looked around to make sure that their were no
questioning eyes, and began to drag the man across the street back to the
house. On the way, a slow moving car honked extremely loudly at the two men and
Eren yelled a few profanities at the red Impala. The car skidded as it sped
around them, almost hitting Grisha’s unconscious body (not that Eren would’ve
complained if that had been the case. It would be helping a lot of people.)
As soon as he reached the stairs, Eren gritted his teeth and yanked Grisha up
the first stair. A loud, hollow thud cascaded through the somewhat quiet city
air when the practically empty head of Eren’s father hit the wood board of the
first. Eren made it up a few more before he realized that a familiar face from
his high school years was walking down the sidewalk and opening the rusty,
squeaky gate that led to the Jaeger household.
“Hey, Hanji!” Eren spoke happily, dropping Grisha and allowing him to fall back
down to the yard and hit his head on every single stair, “how’ve you been? I
haven’t seen you in months!” He walked down the stairs and stepped over the
body blocking the bottom. Smiling brightly, he approached Hanji and pulled her
into a quick embrace.
Hanji laughed and slapped her hand on Eren’s back, “I moved back into the old
house I used to live in down the street and I’m doing great, how about you?”
She pulled back and pulled her signature move of kissing her old friend’s
cheek.
“As good as someone can get in this house,” the two laughed at the accuracy of
such a statement. “But yeah, I’m great. Had to drop out last year, though, but
there’s nothing I can really do about it. It was kind of a family thing.” After
saying this, Eren felt his throat tighten a bit. He hated addressing the fact
that he had dropped out; he felt that saying he was a high school drop out was
shameful and embarrassing.
Hanji smiled sadly and squeezed Eren’s arm comfortably. Since she didn’t want
to build a conversation off of the touchy subject of Eren dropping out, she
quickly changed the subject, “how’s the kids?”
Eren wanted to laugh, “Connie keeps getting into trouble -real surprise there-
Sasha’s been playing poker with teenagers in the park, Mikasa’s forgetting to
do her homework, Armin’s staying up past midnight to read and Jean has been
sneaking out late at night and saying that he doesn’t want to go to school
anymore,” he chuckled, “what do you think?” Wiping his hands on his jeans, he
sighed and looked around the yard, “do you want to come in for a bit to catch
up? I got this really good hot chocolate from the store the other day that the
kids haven’t found yet.”
Laughing, Hanji shook her head, “it’s tempting, but I should really get back
home. The reason that I moved back was to take care of my brother.” She
adjusted the purse that was hanging off of her shoulder.
Eren looked slightly shocked, “really? How old?” He had never known that Hanji
had a brother.
“Seventeen.”
He looked even more shocked now since he was around the same age as Hanji’s
brother, but didn’t need cared for. The first thing that came to his mind was
the thought that the kid might be handicapped or unable to care for himself.
“He’s been in and out of juvie since he was eight,” Hanji sighed, “I don’t want
him to get into any more trouble with the law so I’m moving back for a bit to
try to get him to go back to school and on the trail to success.” She said the
last bit with a heavy amount of sarcasm, “yeah, like that’s ever going to
happen. In reality, I just don’t want him ending up with life in the joint.”
Eren nodded, “understandable.”
Hanji started to walk backwards down the sidewalk, “rain-check on that hot
chocolate?”
“If the kids don’t find it, definitely.”
Smiling, Eren’s old friend started off down the street, stopping to wave once
before disappearing in the same direction that Jean had gone in.
“Lovely reunion,” came a sudden voice behind Eren, making the latter jump in
surprise and spin around on his heel.
Grisha was propped up against the stairs, pushing around an empty beer bottle
lying on the ground with what appeared to be just a little bit of beer left in
the bottom that was a few months old, “girlfriend of yours?”
Eren snorted, “no. Friend of mine from high-school.” He stepped over one of his
father’s legs and jogged up the staircase.
“Mind giving your father a hand?” He extended it out towards his son.
“Yes, I mind very much,” Eren opened up the door to the house and slammed it
shut behind himself.
“Is that anyway to treat your loved, devoted father?!” Eren heard him yell from
the outside of the house, where he was still most likely propped up against the
staircase and not moving. The first thing that came to mind was ”yes,” but he
held his tongue and decided that retaliation wasn’t the best option. Instead,
he began to pick up the house before the kids got back from school- starting
with the huge pile of dirty laundry on the couch that all of the kids had
compiled there sometime before they left for school.
There was a loud thud from outside, followed by three others and then the front
door flying open. Grisha was hanging onto the door handle with both hands but
still lying on the ground, obviously not sober- not that he was at any other
time of the day.
“Is there any beer left in the fridge?” Grisha finally stood, but wobbled and
had to hold onto railing of the staircase dangerously tight so he didn’t fall.
He coughed loudly and hobbled his way to the kitchen, not minding to shut the
door behind himself. Eren, obviously annoyed by his father’s behavior, shut the
door for him, or more so, slammed.
Eren grabbed a plastic laundry basket off of the floor and began to fill it
with clothing that was strewn about, “no, we haven’t bought any in a while
because the last time that we did, you drank it all in one sitting and threw up
on Connie’s science project that had taken him a month to complete.” He grabbed
a pair of jeans and pulled the legs right-side out before tossing them into the
laundry container.
Grisha blew off Eren’s statement with a dismissing hand movement and started to
walk into the kitchen. He walked out moments later, pulling his right hand out
of his pocket and before he could walk back out the door, Eren stopped him and
held out his hand. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with his father today.
“That money is for groceries this week, hand it over.”
Looking shocked, Grisha stepped backwards with his hand threw over his heart,
“I’m offended that you would ever think so low of me; that I would ever steal
the money that you worked so hard for, for something so small like an alcoholic
beverage.” He attempted to walk around Eren, “that’s absolutely shameful. You
should have more trust in your father.”
Eren grabbed Grisha by the back of his shirt, reached into his pocket, and
pulled out the roll of cash that he had hidden in the cupboard the night before
after work from his dad’s pocket. As soon as he had revealed it and held it up,
Grisha faked a look of complete surprise.
“How did that get there? Did I accidentally put on a pair of your jeans?” To
make his lie more believable, he patted down his pants and sighed, “yep, I
think these are your’s. Sorry about that.”
“Those are your pants,” he shoved his money into his own pocket, “and this is
my money. You can waste your own money on alcohol.”
As Eren passed him back into the living room, Grisha followed his movements
with thrown up hands in exasperation, “is that any way to speak to your father
of nineteen years?”
“Yes,” he continued to pick up the clothing of his siblings that had been
thrown all over the living room floor and furniture. He picked up a shirt that
was hanging off of the single lamp sitting next to the couch, smelled it,
gagged, and tossed it into the laundry basket by his feet. “Now, you can either
help with laundry or leave and stop bothering me.”
“I am not bothering you,” there was the sound of the cupboard door slamming
shut, which was obviously from Grisha searching for more cash, “and I think
that I deserve my fair share in that money. I contribute to this family just as
much as you and it’s important that I have enough money to survive on the
streets.” Grisha walked back into the kitchen and put his hands on his hips, “I
think that giving your father enough money for a beverage down at the Survey
Corps is being a good, caring son.”
“Not gonna happen.”
                                      ...
When Hanji unlocked her front door, she had to ram her shoulder into it three
times before it popped open and practically made her fall onto the floor. After
she stood back up fully, hung up her coat and dropped her keys into a small
container near the door, did she realize that her brother was sitting on the
couch, eating a bowl of cereal and watching her with a bored expression.
“It’s actually slightly surprising to me that you didn’t just break the lock on
our door,” he shoveled a spoonful of Cheerios into his mouth, his expression
not changing at any point as his sister walked out of the entryway.
Hanji tossed her purse onto the opposite end of the couch of her brother, “it
was already ruined before we moved in because of all of the homeless people
that had broken in,” she plopped down onto the old recliner that was parallel
to the sofa, “Levi, did we go grocery shopping last Friday or did we forget?”
Her voice was not so much questioning as it was exasperated since she already
knew the answer.
“We? I didn’t forget shit. That was all you,” Levi stood up from the couch and
walked through the doorway that led to the kitchen, “not that I didn’t try to
remind you to go pick up some crap from the grocery store.” He drank the milk
that was remaining in his cereal bowl before he set it down into the empty sink
for it to be washed at a later time. Stretching, he walked back out to the
living room, “and I’m not really in the mood to deal with all of the cock-
suckers down at Walmart, so I’d appreciate it if you would go so I don’t knock
in some fucker’s teeth.”
Rubbing at her face, Hanji sighed, nodded, but didn’t move from the reclining
chair. She was simply just too tired to go fill her brother’s request at the
moment, so she settled with maybe going after an hour or two long nap. She was
tired, slightly irritable (and possibly homicidal) as well as completely broke
from buying back their old house. In all honestly, Hanji was ready to throw in
the rag and be done with the day. Only, life didn’t work like that. As soon as
she was back up and awake, she would be continuing on with this shit show for
as long as it was needing to be dealt with.
She would probably have to pay Eren another visit soon and ask him how he was
functioning with having to work around so much chaos… And Hanji thought that
her life was difficult. Imaging having to live a life similar to Eren’s, where
your siblings came first in all situations, you had no high school diploma and
you couldn’t hold a steady job because you didn’t graduate, was too hard for
her to even begin to think of. To add, her friend had to take care of five kids
without nearly any money and the one parent that, as Hanji remembered from the
stories Eren used to tell her back in high school, still waspresent, was too
drunk most of the time to be considered a suitable guardian. The thought of
ever having to pull through a situation like that sent shivers down Hanji’s
spine.
Levi crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorway, “so… where
were you just a second ago? Paying someone a visit?”
“Yes,” Hanji didn’t want to bicker with her brother so she kept it short and
sweet in hope that he wouldn’t try to drag on the conversation.
He apparently either didn’t pick up on her annoyed tone or just didn’t care
because he decided to press, “who was it? Got a boyfriend I didn’t know about?”
“No,” she sat up in the chair and threw Levi a look, “and even if it was,
there’s no fucking way that I would ever tell you. You’d probably go over to
his house and cut off his dick while he was sleeping.”
Levi snorted and rolled his eyes, “don’t be so ridiculous,Hanji…” He smiled,
knowing that he was going to say something either stupid or clever, “ there’s
no promise that I would be able to break into his house in the first place.”
After the words left his mouth, he was rewarded with his older sister chucking
a pillow at him that had been on the floor next to the chair.
“Shut up,” she laughed.
“But really,” Levi interrupted the small amount of happiness that Hanji had
been experiencing, “who did you go see?”
Once again, she kept it short and sweet, “a close friend of mine- from my high
school years.”
“Oh,” he pushed off of the frame of the kitchen door, “so you friend-zoned the
kid? Wow, that’s disappointing-” he raised his hands in surrender and defense
at his sister’s glare, “for him, of course. I couldn’t be happier that you
aren’t banging some high school sweetheart. That shit doesn’t happen in real
life.” Sniffing, he felt down his front pockets, obviously not finding what he
was looking for, “hey, you got a smoke?”
Hanji leaned back against the recliner, putting her hands behind her head in an
attempt at comfort, “my purse; left pocket- and don’t take any of my fucking
cash, you dick. I know exactly how much I have in there.” Before Levi asked for
it, she reached into her back pocket, pulled out her lighter and tossed it to
him.
Levi walked over to the couch where the purse had been tossed and opened it,
not before pocketing the bright-blue lighter, “oh?” He smiled to himself,
obviously amused, “ and how much is that?”
“Forty dollars- a twenty and two tens.”
“Well,” he zipped up the purse and tossed it to her, “I needed some cash so now
you have two tens and no twenty.”
Hanji didn’t argue due to her exhaustion, “whatever, just pay me back.”
With a lazy salute, Levi rolled his eyes, “yes, ma’am.”
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