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“Someday…I want a big apartment…no. A big house,” he said, low and drawing out his words. His arms spread out wide to show just how big he meant. The figure was sprawled out on the silk sheets of a queen size bed. The bed was situated at the center of a large dark room, the only light source being a sliver of moonlight peaking through the windows. A hand reached back to hold on to the joint currently at the corner of his mouth. He took a deep inhale, and then with an exhale, he let his other arm fall to the sheets as his hand took the joint from his lips.
“A big house,” he drawled, “with lots of windows.”
Another figure, a woman, stirred on the plush rug on the floor. Her clouded eyes found the figure on the bed, her eyebrows pulling together in the center.
“Levi,” she addressed him. “One might think you either love to have voyeuristic sex in front of windows…or that you have a violent, fiery death wish.”
“Oh come off it Hange, where’s your imagination?” A smirk pulled at Levi’s lips as he took another deep inhale. He slowly shut his eyes, feeling the slight tingling burn in his lungs before exhaling one last time. Levi sat up at the edge of the bed and looked down at Hange, a scowl replacing the smirk. Hange was lying flat on the floor still, staring unfocused at the ceiling.
“Oi, don’t you think it’s about time we leave this shit hole?” He emphasized with a kick to one of Hange’s legs. The kick earned him a soft whine and a grumble. “But I’m not done yet,” Hange pouted. “…And I’m still so full I can’t even move!” She finished off her statement with a couple erratic giggles and a long pull at her joint.
The man, Levi, scoffed and stood up fully from the bed. He was of short stature but no less intimidating. His jet-black hair styled in a sleek undercut with bangs parted slightly to the side. He wore a simple ensemble; consisting of a leather jacket, white v-neck tee, and slim black jeans. Pale alabaster skin contrasted with the dark circles under his eyes, and of course his red tinted lips. He licked his lips as his mouth pulled into a deeper frown.
The woman below smiled up at him, her bright toothy grin contrasting against her own red stained lips. Her wild brown hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, matching her miss-matched attire. Overall, her appearance was a bit off, from her crooked glasses to her scuffed up loafers. Hange’s blouse was probably once a bright white, but now it was off-white with a few strange stains here and there. Her shirt was loosely tucked into her ripped up, dark-wash jeans; of which were not necessarily held up by the black suspenders she sported on her shoulders.
Levi gave Hange a once-over, before rolling his eyes. “Hange, by any chance are you maybe…high?” he asked, sarcasm dripping from his words.
“Oh Levi, you need to loosen up. Just a second ago you were talking about the impossible. Let me have my moment,” she smiled at him through the haze.
“Shut up ass-wipe, just because I’m high doesn’t mean I have to lose all motor functions like you,” he scoffed. “We have to beat it…No, Hange stop laughing, you know what I mean. We can’t wait here any longer; we’ll be more likely to get caught. Well, maybe not caught, but it will be a hassle.”
Hange sat up as she listened to Levi’s whining while muttering “alright, alright.” She lifted herself to her feet with a sigh and looked down to the angry short man in front of her.
“Alright princess, let’s blow this popsicle stand,” she said as she tossed her still lit joint to the floor. Her grin turned into a wide, crazy smile as the joint landed a few feet away on a pile of tattered, old curtains. It only took a few seconds for a small flame to grow, slowly starting to burn the fabric. The flames grew and consumed the far side of the room, illuminating the once dark space.
It was clear to see the rest of the room now that it was, quite frankly, on fire. It was situated in a typical run-down Detroit house, a playground for runaways and drug addicts. This particular house had been home to a few high school kids; their hiding spot to sneak away and smoke. Although, their hiding spot was not so secret after all. The room was shabby and run down for the most part, giving an eerie, dank vibe. Not to mention the seven bodies scattered at various spots in the room.
Levi scrutinized Hange for a split second before his eyes grew dark and a sly grin spread across his face. A slight chuckle escaped his lips before he looked at his own joint, still in his hand; the lit end dying. He brought it up for one last drag, letting the dying embers come back to life, before he tossed it to the opposite side of the room.
It landed on one of the bodies.
“Well. This has been a fun evening, hmm Hange?” Exhaling, Levi kept his head straight forward, looking up at the woman with just his eyes.
Hange looked down at Levi, a dark twinkle in her eyes. “I have to agree with you my friend. I haven’t had that much fun in ages. I’m glad we got to these kids before they even started on their cannabis.” She hopped around Levi, making her way to the exit.
“How many times do I have to tell you Hange? Just fucking call it weed.”
“And how about you stop staring into the flames of what definitely is not your dream home,” Hange retaliated and added with a chuckle, “or your lusty heart.”
Levi had not realized he had been staring forward at the flames, his gaze filled with scrutiny, yet still somehow empty.
Hange became increasingly antsy as she inched more and more towards the exit, feeling the heat of the flames around them. Levi had yet to make a move from his spot.
“Levi. Come on, before we’re met with an untimely death. This is not the time for you to start feeling emotional…or catatonic, whichever it is. Let’s go!”
Levi turned around to face Hange, paying no mind to the fire that was now very close to him.
“Have you forgotten Hange?”
A grin, void of emotion, graced his lips.
“We’re already dead.”