( The video feed clicks off right after and he studies the map for a long few moments, asks the girl for a direction to head off in, and pays for his things before leaving. It doesn't take him long to follow the arrow on the projected map to the pin mark, even without anyone's directions, once he realizes it points in whatever direction he's facing. Then he just has to adjust his course as needed and follow the correct roads.
Hanzo isn't left waiting long, by the time Levi arrives. Maybe a minute in total, having made good time and also arriving a touch early out of habit. He recognizes the main from the video and hails him with a raised hand, because. Well. He knows he's fucking short, okay?
By some blessing (or lack thereof), Levi's displaying none of his Sanguis traits save slightly sharper canines and a dogged sort of warmth to his grey eyes that is usually not present; no ears, no tail, no claws. Just some solid little man in clean and pressed clothes, leaving off his 3DMG and uniform jacket in favor of one he'd nicked from a street stall of used goods in a slightly-faded black, over his white denim and button-down. The point is that he's clean and put-together. )
Levi Ackerman.
( It's strange to introduce himself with a last name after living his whole life without, but. He had to get used to it eventually. He'll hold a hand out to the other man to shake. )
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( The video feed clicks off right after and he studies the map for a long few moments, asks the girl for a direction to head off in, and pays for his things before leaving. It doesn't take him long to follow the arrow on the projected map to the pin mark, even without anyone's directions, once he realizes it points in whatever direction he's facing. Then he just has to adjust his course as needed and follow the correct roads.
Hanzo isn't left waiting long, by the time Levi arrives. Maybe a minute in total, having made good time and also arriving a touch early out of habit. He recognizes the main from the video and hails him with a raised hand, because. Well. He knows he's fucking short, okay?
By some blessing (or lack thereof), Levi's displaying none of his Sanguis traits save slightly sharper canines and a dogged sort of warmth to his grey eyes that is usually not present; no ears, no tail, no claws. Just some solid little man in clean and pressed clothes, leaving off his 3DMG and uniform jacket in favor of one he'd nicked from a street stall of used goods in a slightly-faded black, over his white denim and button-down. The point is that he's clean and put-together. )
Levi Ackerman.
( It's strange to introduce himself with a last name after living his whole life without, but. He had to get used to it eventually. He'll hold a hand out to the other man to shake. )