Surprise

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hugz: "I think I actually hate you." "Yeah, I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that."

Petra hummed to herself, carrying the laundry basket to the washing machine. After setting up the load, she went around collecting all of the towels for the next cycle. "Mikasa, can you bring down all the towels?" Petra yelled to the second floor from the base of the stairs.

"Okay!" Mikasa replied back.

Petra heard the front door open when she was in the kitchen.

"Petra, are you home?"

"Levi?" Petra called out excitedly. He'd been gone for almost two weeks for a business trip. She rushed for the living room, eager to have him in her arms again.

"I've got something to show you," her husband said excitedly, his back to her as he took off his shoes and locked the front door.

Petra dropped the basket and hugged him from behind. "I thought you weren't returning until tomorrow." She squeezed him, happily inhaling his familiar and comforting scent.

"I wanted to surprise you. Just wait."

Petra's delighted expression disappeared when he turned around. Horror replaced her beaming face.

"What do you think?"

"What the hell is that on your face?!"

"It's a mustache," he said. Levi's excitement wavered, finally registering her expression. "What? Don't you like it?"

"Of course not!"

"I think it looks great." On the wall to his right, Levi checked his reflection in the round mirror. "You'll get used to it."

Looking grossed out, she stared at his strange face. "I think I actually hate you."

"Yeah, I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that."

"Levi. Please. Get rid of it."

"But I like it! I started growing it out three weeks ago but you were on double shifts so you never noticed. That's why I didn't video call you and only spoke over the phone so you'd be surprised."

Oh, she was surprised alright. "I will not go out in public with you while you have that thing on your face."

"C'mon," he said, turning and grabbing her hips, pulling her in. "How can you hate it? I want to keep it."

Arms crossed, she moved her face away to avoid his furry lips. "Well, then, I hope you don't mind never having sex again because you know I'm extremely ticklish and this won't do."

"What's going on?" Mikasa asked, appearing at the top of the stairs with an armful of towels. "Levi, you're..." She slowed halfway down when she saw it. "...back early."

"Mikasa! What do you think?" Levi asked, gesturing to the monstrosity above his lips.

The teenage girl stood at the bottom of the steps. "You look like a pedophile," she said bluntly, dumping the towels in the basket and heading for the kitchen.

Petra muffled her laughter behind her hand.

Levi's face fell. "But I...I worked so hard for it..."

She knew how much her husband wanted to be cool in his cousin/adopted daughter's eyes. Petra ducked into the bathroom and brought out a razor. "For you," she said smugly and he accepted it with a pout. "Really does look like a pedostache."

Leaning down quickly, Levi pecked her lips and Petra shrieked at the top of her lungs in surprise and laughter.

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