"Levi!"
Petra scolded him from where she stood in the middle of the room. "You can't guess when it's not your team's turn; we're supposed to be enemies!"
"It's just Levi's impatience and perfectionism," Hanji laughed, "he can't stand other people guessing and not calling out his answer."
"Time," reminded Nanaba, returning their focus to Petra's Pictionary offering.
More shapes appeared on the drawing pad as Petra attempted to reign in Hanji's guesses and spur on Nanaba's. Levi began to open his mouth but Erwin slapped a hand over it, other hand heavy on Levi's shoulder. Levi glared at Erwin but subsided, settling back into the couch sullenly.
"Come on, Levi," Mike said without looking away from the timer, "since you can't draw to save your life, the least you can do is to control yourself and not help the enemy."
Erwin relaxed his hand. "We need to make the smart moves. We underestimated the difficulty of game rules. Levi, you don't want us to have to change Game Night—"
"Lifestyle!"
"That's it!"
"Wahoo!"
"LEVI!"