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Interacting with: His lonesome.

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After his rather [i]dramatic[/i] exit, whilst walking the desolate and ear-piercingly silent streets close to the warehouse he realised in the back of his head that he shouldn't have left early, and overreacted like that, but no matter, Ditch would most likely find a way to get ahold of him and send him information. Nevertheless he was still slightly annoyed at the events that transpired, a scowl permeating his face, but not his normal resting face which was deadpan emotion, this was an irked off expression.

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It had been a bit of walking, numerous thoughts of how he would eventually work with this ragtag crew to take down Umbra filled his head, and before he knew it, he was getting close to his home. He must have looked like a civilian merely passing through, but he felt cold steel pressed onto his back.
[b][i]"Put down your wallet and prized possessions on the floor, or get filled with lead."[/i][/b] a voice behind him sprung up in an almost realized tone, a tone that was used to doing this kind of thing.

Of course Levi placed his wallet and belongings on the flo- he fried the mugger. Electricity built up around his body and conducted from the gun onto the mugger's hand, effectively paralyzing. He had overdone it a bit because of that rather unsavory exchange with Graffiti earlier, and the man was basically going to be paralyzed for a few days- at best. Levi quickly dialed the MCPD and left them a quick snap with an address through one of his disposable phones. He threw the disposable phone onto the quivering body. So that's why he had phone(s).

He finally reached home, and with a rustle through his jacket pockets he found the key in one swell swoop. The smell of smoke hit him in the nose, but this didn't alarm him, he made his way into the spacious living room, filled with lacking furniture. The one thing that may catch the eye is the shrine, a rather distinguished one. Incense strewn about with fresh flowers, a picture at the center of it all, a picture of his sister- Jaine Lynn.

[color=#c2c200][b]"Hey sis."[/b][/color] he said in a lower, melancholic tone, his scowl all but faded instead replaced by a solemn, downcast expression. [color=#c2c200][b]"I'm back."[/b][/color] He took of his gas-mask and bowed slightly towards the altar, the incense about halfway done. He walked to the kitchen, his footsteps echoing across the empty home, and fixed himself some cup noodles- a chosen food choice of his, having gotten used to it in his childhood. He opened two, heating both of them up. He walked backed into the living room and placed one of the cup noodles he made on the shrine, and opened his. He sipped slowly, the hot steam rising past his eyes, thinking of the future events to come.  He wondered if ditch would message him the details.

The damned noodles were too soggy, only his sister ever got it right.