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Levi is a tea sort of person; he doesn't mind the smell of coffee, but he can't stand the taste. It doesn't matter how much milk or sugar is put into the drink, it's simply too strong. The dark color of the liquid combined with the thickness of the taste- Levi figured that was what made it hard to swallow. But the smell. The smell was good, that's something you can't argue against. The smell lingered, on fingertips, breath, clothes and hallways; it followed its drinkers around throughout the day.

Hanji was a coffee sort of person; known throughout the base as possibly jokingly having a "death before decaf" tattoo somewhere on their body. But coffee was a necessary for them- the barracks occasionally lacked heat during the colder months, and it always helped having something piping hot in your hands to slug down your throat. But that was a superficial reason, a far as Hanji was concerned. No, the true reason was that in terms of the completion of their research, one of the major things that got in the way of actually ever getting anything done was that sleep happened to be an annoying biological function. Coffee took care of that easily; and Hanji preferred the blackest coffee legally possible, with maybe a half-teaspoon of sugar for a more adventurous taste.

As far as Hanji was concerned, if God even dared to exist, the only good thing he had ever given to humans was coffee. Levi wasn't so sure. Wasn't this God character some sort of made-up fantasy notion by the Wall Cult? Didn't they think God's great gift were the Walls? Considering it was common knowledge about how coffee was made, and there was no knowledge about how anyone had time to build a fifty meter wall, those Wall freaks might have been on to something.

Time and time again, the notion that some sort of omniscient, omnipresent being existed struck an odd chord with the Lance Corporal. If the walls were a gift, that meant that this God person realized that he fucked up by making Titans. The walls were God's gift of protection to humans. Why couldn't this God guy just come down here and kill these miserable, stupid bastards himself, the lazy fuck? seemed to be a prevalent thought in the back of Levi's mind. But the existence of the walls proved a previous point: the Big Guy fucked up and decided that three, fifty-meter high walls would be the best course of action. How the Colossal Titan and the Armored Titan were able to break them was probably just another fuck up. The existence of plagues, homelessness, hunger, murder, rape, and dead friends were all part of God's little fuck ups; these was the answer Levi decided on a long time ago, while drinking the filthy sewer waters of the Underground. It was the only way the existence of misery could possibly ever make sense. Little fuck ups.

The strong smell of Hanji's black coffee stayed on their person long after the body was found, half chewed by a fifteen meter monstrosity. Blood and death had their own strong stenches respectively, but the smell of coffee remained in that part of the forest for quite some time. The bitter aroma lingered on Hanji's bloodied and torn cape, in the science lab and hallways, in memories.

Description
Levi is a tea sort of person; he doesn't mind the smell of coffee, but he can't stand the taste. It doesn't matter how much milk or sugar is put into the drink, it's simply too strong. The dark color of the liquid combined with the thickness of the taste- Levi figured that was what made it hard to swallow. But the smell. The smell was good, that's something you can't argue against. The smell lingered, on fingertips, breath, clothes and hallways; it followed its drinkers around throughout the day.

Hanji was a coffee sort of person; known throughout the base as possibly jokingly having a "death before decaf" tattoo somewhere on their body. But coffee was a necessary for them- the barracks occasionally lacked heat during the colder months, and it always helped having something piping hot in your hands to slug down your throat. But that was a superficial reason, a far as Hanji was concerned. No, the true reason was that in terms of the completion of their research, one of the major things that got in the way of actually ever getting anything done was that sleep happened to be an annoying biological function. Coffee took care of that easily; and Hanji preferred the blackest coffee legally possible, with maybe a half-teaspoon of sugar for a more adventurous taste.

As far as Hanji was concerned, if God even dared to exist, the only good thing he had ever given to humans was coffee. Levi wasn't so sure. Wasn't this God character some sort of made-up fantasy notion by the Wall Cult? Didn't they think God's great gift were the Walls? Considering it was common knowledge about how coffee was made, and there was no knowledge about how anyone had time to build a fifty meter wall, those Wall freaks might have been on to something.

Time and time again, the notion that some sort of omniscient, omnipresent being existed struck an odd chord with the Lance Corporal. If the walls were a gift, that meant that this God person realized that he fucked up by making Titans. The walls were God's gift of protection to humans. Why couldn't this God guy just come down here and kill these miserable, stupid bastards himself, the lazy fuck? seemed to be a prevalent thought in the back of Levi's mind. But the existence of the walls proved a previous point: the Big Guy fucked up and decided that three, fifty-meter high walls would be the best course of action. How the Colossal Titan and the Armored Titan were able to break them was probably just another fuck up. The existence of plagues, homelessness, hunger, murder, rape, and dead friends were all part of God's little fuck ups; these was the answer Levi decided on a long time ago, while drinking the filthy sewer waters of the Underground. It was the only way the existence of misery could possibly ever make sense. Little fuck ups.

The strong smell of Hanji's black coffee stayed on their person long after the body was found, half chewed by a fifteen meter monstrosity. Blood and death had their own strong stenches respectively, but the smell of coffee remained in that part of the forest for quite some time. The bitter aroma lingered on Hanji's bloodied and torn cape, in the science lab and hallways, in memories.