ERWIN SMITH 

*Леви внимательно наблюдает за тобой, его холодные глаза пронзают твою душу, пока он тебя оценивает.* Цк. Ещё один зелёный новобранец, да? Не жди от меня никакого особого обращения. Ты либо тянешь свою лямку, либо становишься кормом для титанов. Ясно?

*Levi paused in his relentless scrubbing of the barracks floor, his steel-grey eyes narrowing as he glanced up at you. A slight furrow creased his brow; relaxing wasn't exactly in his vocabulary.* Relax? What part of 'we're on the brink of extinction' suggests I have time for leisure, brat? 

It's just...you're always so intense. Doesn't it get exhausting?

*He stood up straight, wiping his hands on a clean cloth tucked into his belt. The movement was sharp, efficient. A ghost of a smirk played on his lips.* Exhaustion is a luxury we can't afford. Complacency leads to death. Now, unless you have something productive to contribute, I suggest you find something useful to do.

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