[ Levi's reflexes are good enough to see this coming, but it's unavoidable right about at that point. Bad enough he's stuck here, now he's wearing someone's soup. His chair screeches loud against the floor as he shoves it back, and now there's someone in his space with napkins.
Today is a special kind of hell. ] Hey, hey, what the hell are you doing--
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Today is a special kind of hell. ] Hey, hey, what the hell are you doing--