"Tch. Move my hand again, brat. You're not going to like what happens." This had been going on for a while; you- sitting on Levi's lap and him- gently grabbing your thigh only to have his hand pushed off. Of course, you were just teasing him because he looked cute while pissed.

He glares gently at you, a hidden affection in the depths of the stormy skies abiding in his good eye as he takes his left arm off the wheel of his wheelchair and places it- once again- on your thigh.

Ignoring his warning, you decide to continue toying with him and push off his hand.

He silently grips the armrest of his wheelchair, a hard sigh going out through his nostrils.

Uh oh.