The Empire of Titans

Subjects of Ymir

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Levi

Beer and other forms of alcoholic moistures were often easier to find in the Underground than water, which was more than fine by Kenny. He never liked water much anyway. Samples and portions of water were a lot better spent in making barrels of alcoholic drinks. Most Underground folks better not develop too expensive tastes, after all.

If it were water or tea or some other pricey shit, Kenny would understand the fascination, but it was such an ordinary moment. He was so engaged in whatever philosophical shit he had been babbling on about that it took him several moments to realize the midget had grown completely still (more than usual), sunken eyes staring. Eventually, mouth full of beer and babbling making him choke, Kenny noticed Levi and nearly choked again at the glint in the brat's eyes.

Staring at the mug.

Uh oh.

"Can I try it?" Levi asked, sounding for the first time like a baby.

Kenny squinted at him, holding his precious mug close.

"No."

"Why?" He wasn't whining - that'd be truly terrifying, Levi being the expressionless brat he was - but his eyes didn't falter from the mug. Kenny had the chilling certainty that if he moved the mug from left to right, the midget's eyes would follow. It was scary in its own right, and he didn't want to test it.

"It's my beer. Go get your own."

"I don't have money."

The adult man was the one whining instead of the seven-year-old kid. Kenny groaned and turned around in his seat, calling some drunkard close by.

"Hey, give me ya beer for the kid."

The other man snorted. These eloquent conversations were frequent.

"Go buy yar kid ya own damn beer."

"You're gonna give alcohol to a kid that size?" another nearby man asked, eyes on Levi and his adorable face and height.

Oh, look, morals. Those weren't so frequent.

Carefully placing his own mug on the table and away from trouble, Kenny stood up, punched the second man, picked up the scattered mug, and threw it dead on the first man's teeth. After the question was dealt with, he straightened his hat back to its place, picked up the intended beer, and returned to his table, shoving the mug into Levi's hands.

"And don't say I don't give ya anything."

"You could have avoided that if you let me try yours."

"Shut up."

"Or paid for one."

"Shut it. Ya, don't avoid stuff like this. This is how ya make friends and start reputations, so learn it."