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| Levi

	Shrugged, putting the talk-pad into the satchel. Her hands moving through the pockets of the satchel until she could find some headphones, 'Stupid' she sighs putting on the headphones, annoyed by the useless gears glued or whatever they do to stick these stereotypical Steam-Punk crap onto the headphones even though it didn't need it. Shrugging knowing that her rant was useless, the current century was a complete mess, Ballard was one of the biggest examples of the tainting of the current century, but...her father knew what was going on, he realized the major flaws of the century, but everyone would keep denying him. She loved him dearly, but he took it so far to turn on the soldiers of our country, revenge...dirty revenge? She pondered on the subject for a few minutes and...then Prince collapsed onto the metallic ground. His...oddly usual routine to attempt to crack a smile from any of us...'stupid'. 

	Exhaling deeply turning around going deeper within the city of Ballard, going with or without the team she just needed the energy. As she walked along the path, awfully perplexed at the shops and as well the restaurants around her. Even the citizens wanted a clean city as multiple plants would be decorated within these buildings. A set of violins and a piano played as she walked, music lightly escaping her headphones as she walked pass through the crowds, many had masks on due to the smaug...and she'd understand very well why they needed the masks. 

	She looked up a flashy looking sign a few feet above the entrance saying, " Le'Vartee Coffee ". A unique name for a coffee place, smiling taking off the headphones slowly, making sure not to entangle it with her long hair. She stuffs the headphones in the satchel and enters the coffee shop. She looks at the shop in awe, her face still blank but her mind was exploding with happiness, 'Organized...' she nodded, walking towards the counter, " Hello...welcome to Le'Vartee's Coffee what will you like? " Her accent was...delightful? Her words curved perfectly, ' Wow...wish she was my story-teller when I was a kid. ' She snickered quietly. 

	Smiling as she grabbed out her talk-pad, looking up at the menu and writing down the food and as well drinks she wanted, her handwriting was plain instead of bended, 'perfect' she looked down at her talk-pad making sure everything was correct she put the pencil in the satchels pocket and showed the lady her order...

" A vanilla based Mocha, a dozen of chocolate-covered donut holes, and a bagel. "

	The lady nodded, " 25.23$ Please. " Her head turned to the satchel, her hands moving and opening the pockets to find the money she needed. Her palm softly touched the tip of a few dollars, her fingers seemingly wrapping around the 'silky' like paper and setting it on the counter, the lady counted the money she gave, " 4.36$ of change. " She smiled, grabbing the money and handing her the change, turning as she entered the kitchen. 

	Turning looking for somewhere to sit, her boots clacked against the 'checkerboard' floor, sitting at a seat that was nearby the window, giving her the full look of the city...within a cafe. 

The Coffee shop was made by an outsider, creating a place in which felt cozy, seemingly somewhere to be calm and let of steam. That was the owners goal, to calm people from what was outside of the shop itself.

| Levi

	Exhaled, putting down her talk-notebook...it has only been six years since her father was taken away, the government was right to take him away and even though he tough her lessons she couldn't stand the feeling that your father just killed fifty-five scouts. She said in shame, his maniacal laugh, and yet his unique looks made her smile, forgetting the bloodshed that he created. She let out another small sigh, the words of the others echoing within her mind as she stared at the group. There laughs, there-laugh-silly-like anger filled her with joy, but...she couldn't correctly express her emotions as she did have a resting bitchface. Shrugging as she saw Angelo walking past her, his heavy footsteps and his dark attire made him mysterious.

	There seemingly a cold effect when she was always near him, Angelo was collected, quiet, and cold. The total tsundere-male pack, she watched him go off with his own business, but the aesthetics of the fog and his attire made the scene look so...mysterious, perfect for drawing. She grabbed out her drawing-notebook, and two different kinds of pencils that had different shading effects. The man already faded in the fog but...she could still clearly remember the scene. 

	The tall slender-like build, a flat chest in which she always see...but instead of being bare, it was only clothing that made his body look flat. His choice of weaponry was intriguing, the gears perfectly sufficed for a bow, but...she wondered if his weapon could delve deeper into another weapon. She rested her palm against her chin, her elbow lightly touching her stomach as she thought. Only a few glances of his weapon worked, she could easily separate multiple parts of the weapon without constantly looking back and forth, ' Thanks dad...' the words echoed in her mind, smiling as she drew Angelo's back, along with the fog surrounding him. 

	She felt a arm surround her neck, ' Prince...god dammit. ' She sighed, his demeanour annoyed her dearly, but...he was a nice person. She slowly moved his arm away from her neck area, stepping forward as she turned to face him. Her glare was deathly, her eyes simply blank as if she was staring into his soul...and maybe even deeper. 

	Closed her notebook, gently setting it in the satchel. Grabbing out the talk-notebook, quickly writing in cursive...

		" Stop... "
	
	She wrote, putting the words in front of his face, but not so close that he would be shoved into the notebooks papers.

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