Two tiny men in a hotub...

You! Levi's ears flicked in displeasure, lips twisting in a grimace. It wasn't even that he remembered him or his loss, it was more of his vibe. The feeling he gave off felt similar to licking something sour, a moment of recoil before deciding that he didn't want to experience that again. Not for him, now piss off. Except the white guy didn't take the hint at all and if anything seemed energized by Levi's presence, which was frankly weird in and of itself. No one was happy to see his weirdly harsh and boxy features, he was usually left well alone and all was as it should be. Till it wasn't.

"What?" Came Levi's pointed question, an accusation more like as he stood there, wondering if the guy could take a hint.