Levi sat there, his hands curling over his knees, thumbs pressuring into the sides of the tough bone in spite of staring at you from across the large pavilion. He sat next to a few boys, who he was disinterested in-- his food included. That scraggly blonde hair shifted over his shoulders; almost like a layered mullet at this point with the amount of times Connor tried to cut it for him, giving him a trashy, unkept look.