"Levi, how goes that paperwork I asked you do?"
Corporal Levi turned to face Commander Erwin. His anger was dredging up again, but he suppressed it as he spoke, maintaining a calm and impartial demeanor, "Shitty."
The Commander seemed slightly surprised by the answer, quirking an eyebrow but waiting for Levi to explain.
"Eren spilled his tea and ruined it."
His arms went back to cross across his chest. Just remembering the incident made Levi's blood boil. I should have killed him, he thought callously.
"I see. Well that's fine." Levi looked to the Commander in mild horror. It's okay? Erwin motioned to the papers in his hand—Levi hadn't even noticed them. "I have another copy. I just wanted to get your opinion on the matter."
Something akin to embarrassment crossed the Corporal's face, but as soon as it was there it was gone. Shit. Maybe he had overreacted then…did that mean he had to take back Eren's punishment? No, that would be downright degrading—the brat would never shut up about it. He'd let that detail slide by unnoticed.
"Levi?" the Commander prodded.
"I'll take a look at them right now."
He snatched the paperwork from Commander Erwin's hands and proceeded to stomp to his office. Along with the other, intact cup of tea Eren had brought, the shattered remains from earlier were still scattered across his desk. Levi gently swept the broken shards into the waste basket and sopped up the rest of the tea with a rag. When the area was once again neat, he sat down in his chair to read the papers in his hand. The other teacup sat there sadly. Levi eyed it for a bit. Well it's mine, anyway. He picked up the cup and sipped its contents. The tea was still warm. It was perfectly bitter, with just the right amount of sweet.
Refocusing on his papers, Corporal Levi mumbled to himself, "Damn, Eren. You're going to have to make me tea more often."