don't cramp my style, old man

It was apparent that this was as tall as Levi was gonna get. That whilst his bigger brother Bas easily towered over both Sirius and Azure, Levi would always be the small, shrimp of the lot. He didn't care, it never really bothered him- but did the Warlord really have to shadow his steps like this? As the rain poured down, punching along the line of his back, Levi cast a look over his shoulder with furrowed brows. Undeniably, he was going through a teenage, grumpy phase but whether he would ever emerge from the other side was yet to be seen. He didn't need a chaperone, didn't want one but he wasn't going to stand around in the rain just out of spite. Not when there was a perfectly good cave just there, ready and willing to provide shelter to those who needed it.

"How come you don't follow Bas around?" He asked as he stepped inside, the constant sound of rain fading with each footfall. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the sudden change in lighting and his ears twitched at the distant sound of clinking changes. Little did he know his Mother had met Sparrow in this crypt, that they'd done bad adult things. Tsk tsk. "But if you must, don't slow me down. Aren't you getting old?"