Levi Ackerman Artwork Novels & Stories

he pouted. I nervously rubbed the back of my neck, “I don’t know. I’ll see,” “Where is he by the way?” Levi asked. “He said he has some business to take care of,” I answered, and I noticed he was holding a wrapped frame behind his back. "What's this?" “His gift,” he blushed. “I know he’ll refuse it anyway,” “What is it?” “A painting of one of his favourite pianists,” he replied. “I sent him others in his previous birthdays, but he threw them.” he sighed.