Oct 19, 2014
all things that sparkle [are not all silver] || incursu
This is what could be called a slow day. When the Survey Corps are preparing supplies and the necessities to be able to go on long-period trips outside of the walls. Better to be eaten alive then killed by your own hunger and stupidity.
Levi was finishing the paperwork that he's been procrastinating for weeks, putting an official red stamp on the envelopes. He sighed, taking off his glasses. What a chore.
Exiting his office, he spotted one of the new recruits sweeping some dust in a corner. Putting a hand on their shoulder, he handed them the envelopes. "Give these to Irwin in his office."