Nimbostratus
"He's been out there for a while, huh?" A voice chirped. Levi, peering outside from a window, turned to find Hange right at his heels. "Must you be so annoying?" He queried as he tried to wave her off. Hange laughed and moved next to him. "That hurt, Corporal! And here I thought I was one of your trustworthy squad members! You know, we aught to change our name squad name. What do you think of The Dream Team?"
"Damn glasses, what do you need me for? I know it sure as fuck isn't about a shitty team name."
Hange's smile began to tone down as she looked out of the window, watching Eren proudly coat himself in mud. "You've been awfully nice to him," she said. "I know if it were anyone else you wouldn't stand here and watch them like that. You wanna protect him, doncha?"
"Of course I do," Levi snapped, "He's an important ally for humanity. Not to mention it's my orders."
"That's not what I mean."
Levi turned, grey orbs staring daggers that were so intense they it might even be enough to make the devil shudder. "Then why don't you tell me what you mean?"
Of course, Hange wouldn't go so far as to do that. No, that would ruin the fun. Instead, she darted off laughing, only to come back around the corner to remind Levi that, "the kid's seen true terror before. Just remember that."
"Freak," Levi mumbled to himself before turning to face the window yet again. It had been a good while since Eren had finished his training for the day, and Levi figured he might as well go collect the poor kid and bring him back inside. Without touching him, naturally. Might as well give him a gentle kick to the side.
After all, he was filthy.