I would like to officially take Armeme off hiatus please and thank you :)
Gross no.Just kidding me, of course~ Everyone please make sure you are following Armin
- Mod J

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I would like to officially take Armeme off hiatus please and thank you :)
Gross no.Just kidding me, of course~ Everyone please make sure you are following Armin
- Mod J
older students // levi + armin
humanitysxburden
He hadn’t really been pleased that he had been asked to be a guest lecturer for the day at Harpwood University. Usually he would reject any opportunity that meant that he had to leave his regular routine at St. Jerome’s but it wasn’t every day that you get called into such a place like Harpwood just to lecturer a bunch of rich brats.
He forgot how long two hours was. Most, if not all the lessons he taught would be an hour at most, and trying to keep people who were in their early twenties entertained for two hours was no easy task. Levi tried not to take offence to the amount of student that pulled their phones out to snapchat their friends, or the poor naive people who didn’t realise that he could see the reflection of Facebook in their glasses. Glancing at his watch he noticed that he had about 15 minutes left of his slotted time, and given the amount of students who didn’t seem to care Levi thought it best to end the lecture there. Fixing his cravat for a moment, he coughed and raised his voice once more, in the hopes it would reach the back of the lecture theatre.
“All right, you brats can go. Since most of you aren’t interested in the origins of the French language.” Turning back to the board, he began wiping away all the scribbles and foreign words that had scattered the surface within the past two hours. He could hear the students leave quickly, and he wasn’t surprised. When he was a student he wanted to do other things too. Picking up a satchel from underneath his desk, he turned around seeing a blonde student still left behind from the lecture. Frowning slightly he looked the student over. Something about him seemed familiar, Levi had an inkling it was his eyebrows. He seemed to remember people by those more often than not. He wanted to blame a certain tall blonde bastard for that one. “Didn’t you hear me? I’m done. Leave.”
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12. Drunk
How many whisky shots had this been? He must have had at least six at this point, and perhaps the bottle of wine before hand hadn't helped his situation. Staring over the bar he couldn't help but notice a head of blonde hair. After almost three minutes of staring at the ball of hair, he noticed it to be the only student who actually gave a crap about his French lessons. Armin Arlert.
Armin was probably the only student that Levi could honestly say was a pleasure to teach. Being how not-at-all-sober that he was, he decided that this moment, right now while he seemed to be with his friends was the right moment to tell the blonde just how much of a pleasure he really was.Stumbling over, he placed one arm on the bar, not to look smooth and sophisticated, but in fact to hold himself up. "Armiiiiin." He slurred, a slight French accent slipping through his speech. "You know -hic- you're probably, probably the only, only brat that actually gave a shit about French y'know? Je pourrais vous marier." Smiling, he hoped that Armin would notice him, and hopefully give him the time of day for a conversation... that or at least pay for his taxi fare. Levi somehow lost it between whisky shots and bottles of wine.