Chapter 8

"WOAH JEAN YOU LOOK LIKE A FUCKING HORSE!" A guy loudly teases his commarade that's name is supposedly "Jean". Seriously, are they really cadets?


"JEAGER FIGHT ME YOU DI--" The Jean guy growls until the stops in his mid sentence as he saw a tiny---short shadow resting upon his back.


And of course, it's none other than Corporal Levi.


I wouldn't say I hate him but he's not the corporal that I imagine him to be. And this is why I should really never get high with my expectations, ever.














AGAIN.









His first impressions hit me hard like I was in between peanut butter jelly, execpt for that, it's far than worse. He was an abosolute bastard that held only a few components of emotions.




He is short for a man yet he exceedingly grows more than 4 inches than me. My insult oppurtunity? Wasted. To be frank, I'd lie if I didn't agree that he sure is attractive.


Once when I ate beside the scouting legion, Corporal Levi would drink his tea, yet the way he dresses, he composes himself while on the dinning table, the golden rays of the sunlight would perfectly hits his face while reading gives the La Vien Rosè chills. I used to sing that song for talent shows, indeed they are terrible memories full of unwanting embrassment that still happened.










His cravat makes me wanna give him a wig from George Washington's time especially when the only thing we need are pitch forks, not swords.


"Oi brats, get your selves in here."



Did I ever mention that his voice could seduce all women?



Well, trust me, you wouldn't be able to resist although,








I managed to escape from his devil-locks charm because I will probably hate to see the bossy side 100 percent worse.


"Oi, brat!"


My mind is currently drifting off, and with that situation, I couldn't move my mouth a muscle.










"Corporal?" I wrote firmly on my paper while titling my head in such matters of death wishes.






I was a complete fool for using my gagets in this parallel universe that the word "signal" doesn't even exist.






From that day, I received a grim reminder,

























That papers and pencils will show me the path to communication in this greedy human planet.





Sucks to be a person.










"Doesn't mean that you're new then I'm making this easy for you. Just as you know, this is supposed to be an advance d category than the rest of the cadets. Don't act so cocky, you'll still work with them in the few months."


"Then where are going to train? "






The corporal sighs as he needs to come closer to me to read words.




Strange enough, I was able to observe simple yet beautiful details in the corporal's face.


His face has perfectly angled jawline, his hair would suit him, even in my universe. Those eyes of him sent flashes of light, making it more attention seeking as his sharp eye shape joins.


And well, for his lips, I'd quite love to stare at it so I could draw better. My pupils were studying the smooth surfaces and how unique the lips curve.



"Tch."


Shit, I was staring for too long. Compelety 6 minutes? This is such a pet peeve for artists, I tend to stare at things I'd like to draw and well, considiring that the corporal is attractive, I couldn't help but study those lips.















 


"Like where you're staring at?".


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