"holy shit, I told you not to get drunk so much. Just because Armin didn't drink his two glasses doesn't mean they need to be taken away from him."

Levi was walking down the night street, carrying you on his back and quietly grumbling to himself. the pungent smell of alcohol filled his nose and made him even more annoyed, but he still continued to carry you on his back to the barracks while the rest of the cadets continued to celebrate the weekend with a small amount of booze. no one had any idea how you could get drunk so quickly to such a state, but many were already beginning to be afraid of you because of your drunken behavior

"I swear, I'll beat the shit out of you as soon as you sober up..."