It's time for a change.

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What do you call a witch
that eats sand?

Levi (♡w♡)
Malnourished

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EW

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I have a question

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What do you look like?

Levi (♡w♡)
I'm not going to tell you

Facetiming Levi...

I knew two things about Levi he was short and grumpy. He could have nice hair, or piercings, he could be 33, he could have a giant nose and a scar from a fight he got into when he was a child. The possibilities were endless.

"What the hell do you want?" A low voice responded from the other end startling me out of my train of thought.

OH HECK HE ACTUALLY PICKED UP. QUICK Y/N SAY SOMETHING INTELLIGENT.

"COOL HAIR!" NICE ONE.

Wait what did his hair look like?

I adjusted my view of the phone searching the small screen for the beautiful hair that I was picturing.

Instead of what I imagined to be beautiful soft fluffy locks of hair I was met with the ceiling and crippling disappointment.

"Why." I muttered.

Is this what dying felt like?

The cold emotionless ceiling stared back at me with no remorse only water damage. I continued to grumble whule having a stare off with his ceiling as he ignored my previous comment.

"My mom told me I couldn't show my face to strangers." His disembodied voice finally grumbled over the call.

That is the most BS excuse I have ever heard.

Your games won't work on me Levi.

"I'm friends with your mom so I'm sure she'll let you show your face!" I cheered ignoring his statement.

You will never be able to stop me old man.

"Oh will she?" He taunted his voice fading in and out as the phone was picked up and moved to a different spot in the room. I caught a glimpse of his hair before it drifted out of view.

I now knew three things about him: he was short, grumpy, and had black hair.

"BE RIGHT BACK LEVI I HAVE TO TEXT YOUR MOTHER."

"Yeah see you."

Facetiming Levi...

"AH YOU PICKED UP AGAIN." Once again it was me and the ever so intimidating ceiling. "Levi?" I questioned having received no response. I sighed resuming my competition with the ceiling.

"Yeah what?" Levi finally responded his voice cutting across the static of the call.

TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH.

"Guess what!" Que frustrated sighing. I ignored his nasty attitude I DIDN'T HAVE TIME FOR IT I ONLY HAD TIME FOR THE FLOOF HAIR. "YOUR MOM SAID YOU COULD SHOW ME!" I taunted.

"Ok just give me a second." His voice came across slightly distorted as the phone moved around a bit.

"I'm closing my eyes tell me when you're ready." I cheered. He hummed in reply.

"Ok, I'm ready." I opened my eyes looking down at my phone immediately, half expecting to see the ceiling again. Instead, I was met with piercing grey eyes, invisible eyebrows, and floofy hair. I stared speechless for a minute before gathering myself.

"You're more of an old man in real life."

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I'm so sorry this chapter sucks

I've been a bit low on inspiration bc of testing. I'll be right back on track next week hopefully. Thank you for your continued support

-Ai