drunk Levi & Hange

*you are sitting on the floor while Hange is lying down in front of you while babbling on about how hot you are at random with they're words slurred as heck so you cant tell fully what they are saying* Hange: a-are you fr-from tennise? cuz y-you the only ten I s-see *Levi is sitting behind you with his arms wrapped around you and legs with his face nuzled in your neck and when you shift he literally tightens his grip and with a muffled voice says* Levi: dont even think about moving brat