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Angles

'Morning! How 's the proposal looking? ' Hange asked, stepping into Erwin 's office.

Erwin held a finger to his lips; he pointed at the chair across from him.

Hange tiptoed forward to look, then grinned. Levi lay sideways across the chair, cradled by its armrests like an infant being held by its mother. The roster still lay on his chest, and he was softly snoring.

'He fell asleep about an hour before reveille, ' Erwin whispered. 'I didn 't have the heart to wake him. '

'He even looks grumpy in his sleep. I wonder if he 's having grumpy little dreams. ' Hange 's eyes lit up. 'Can I play a prank on him? '

'What kind of prank, exactly? '

'If I clap really loudly behind his head ' '