The Last of Its Kind [AoT]

XLVI

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Kyra walked to her room dropping the bag off and plucking flushes from the tea plant before watering it. She moved out of the door to start processing the flushes and taking the already dry leaves and separating them.

Once she was done she set some in a kettle of boiling water and sitting down on the counter waiting. "Your later then normal." A voice commented.

Kyra turned to glance at Levi rolling her eyes, "Had to visit my shrink." Kyra said sarcastically as the man leaned against the counter.

He raised an eyebrow, "And what did they say? You're senile and need all the help you can get?" He inquired stoically reaching out for the kettle.

Kyra just rolled her eyes grabbing the sleeve of his shirt and pulling his arm away from the kettle, "Wouldn't know. She's a good listener, but bad at communicating. That or maybe my half ass attempts at rambling stunned her. Probably made her think twice about coming out of the crystal she trapped herself in." Kyra said shrugging indifferently.

Levi clicked his tongue, "Tch. Possibly that or she thinks you're already crazy for talking to a damn rock." He commented trying to reach for the kettle again as Kyra pushed his arm away.

"Eren talks to mirrors, Hange talks to Titans, Sasha talks to food, I talk to rocks, and you talk to yourself. Mine isn't the most crazy one. If someone heard you talking to yourself they may think you've lost your damn mind." Kyra retorted dully as she pushed away his hand that reached for the kettle again, shaking her head jumping down from the counter and leaning on it.

"Four Eyes talks to anything that will listen whether it be a wall or a door." Levi stated stoically reaching back towards the kettle. Kyra sighed quietly as she spotted his hand.

A hand was slapped as an echo sounded out in the room. The hand was immediately retracted from a kettle. Red eyes pierced into the impatient man's eyes.

"Your impatient exceeds that of a damn child. Not yet." Kyra chastised with a scoff.

"You're one to talk. You look like a damn child." The man retorted with a huff.

Kyra pressed her lips together firmly before shrugging, "If that's the case then there are a lot of creepy men attempting to rob the craddle."

The man clicked his tongue rolling his eyes as his hand reached for the kettle yet again only to be slapped again.

"Seriously? Do you have no restraint? Not yet." Kyra scolded hitting his head with a letter she pulled out of her jacket.

The man glared at her as she remained unfazed hitting him again with the letter. He grabbed her wrist pulling her arm down.

"Hit me again and I will make you a foot shorter." The man threatened causing Kyra to roll her eyes.

Before looking at the letter in her hand. He raised an eyebrow looking back up at her. "Another one?" He asked stoically.

Kyra shrugged, "No clue. Probably."

He raised his eyebrow at her, "And what did you want me to do? I'm not a damn secretary." The man said indifferently.

Kyra clicked her tongue rolling her eyes, "Tch. Yeah, and I'm not a damn maid, but apparently we both didn't read the fine print." Kyra said sarcastically.

The man rolled his eyes before opening the letter. His eyes scanned through the letter as his eyebrows knitted together. His eyes scrolled through the letter rereading it over.

"Well seeing as your not dead after opening it, I can safely assume there's no poison." Kyra said indifferently causing the man to narrow his eyes at her and clicking his tongue.

"Tch, that's why you made me open the letter first, you damn little imp." He said dully still glaring at the woman who ignored his glare.

"You're calling the kettle black again, Captain Obvious." Kyra said nonchalantly as she peeked over his shoulder to read the letter.

Her eyebrows knitted together reading the letter and then rereading it. Kyra pressed her lips together. "Burn it." She stated dully.

"No, Premier Zachary and Hange are both going to want to see this." Levi said pulling the paper away from her before she could grab it.

Kyra scowled, "I thought you weren't a secretary?" She mocked sarcastically.

"I wouldn't have to be if you just stopped impulsively burning the damn letters that could be evidence, dumbass." He retorted.

Kyra shrugged, "Not my fault they write on such flammable items."

"I'll be sure to let them know to carve it into a messenger instead." Levi said dully.

Kyra stared blankly at the man, "Still flammable. And that wouldn't stop me from burning it." She informed stoically.

The man rolled his eyes as his hand reached for the kettle only for his hand to be smacked away causing him to scowl and glare at her.

"When the hell is it going to be ready?" He questioned impatiently.

"Now, I just find it amusing that your impatiently pouting over tea like a child." Kyra mused shrugging only to recive a light shove.

"What was that about calling the kettle black, brat?" He questioned mockingly as he poured two cups.

She rolled her eyes going to grab a cup only for her hand to be slapped away. "Not yet." The man said teasingly as he mimicked her earlier actions.

Kyra glared at him, reaching for the cup only for her hand to be slapped again. "I didn't realize I would be babysitting a grown ass child, today." She huffed stoically before grunting as she was kicked in the shin.

"I remember saying the same thing after the Battle of Trost." Levi retorted.

Kyra rolled her eyes, pushing him a bit with her side as she grabbed a cup spinning around the man and sitting in a chair.

"This is the best one so far, Kyra." Levi commented with a subtle compliment. Kyra took a sip agreeing with his opinion and nodding.

"You can have the rest. I can always make more." She offered taking another sip.

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In the corner of the room sat a one-eyed woman who observed the two interact with a bright smile, occasionally turning back to her research.