Now, if someone could explain how that translated to you dragging a drunken Mr. Ackerman home, that would be just lovely.
Beginnings are the best place to start things, so let's roll back a few hours. The annual company bash was in full swing, the windows of the office's lobby reverberating with the noise. You weren't sure if a single coworker was sober outside yourself. Even the sullen Mikasa had a pink tint to her cheeks, and the company's President, Erwin, looked a bit tipsy.
The law-firm of Rose, Sina, and Maria were celebrating their fifth year of being an economic empire. The money couldn't be stopped from rolling in, and said circumstances meant bonuses. Everyone had a reason to celebrate the extra change in their pockets. You had planned for the event for an extens
"I'm home." You call out.
Your heartwarming call was greeted with silence, the exception of the creaks on the floorboard below.
"Hello? Levi? Emilia?" You wandered through the first floor corridor, searching for signs of husband and daughter.
"I guess they went out." You mutter.
Reaching the kitchen, you place the giant brown bag of bread, milk, and fruit on the white counter top.
Carefully, you place each grocery in their respective place in the house.
"What am I going to make for lunch today...?"
The thumping of small feet echoed off the floor and walls.
You spun around.
"Emilia? What's wrong?" You ask, voice rising in worry.
"Mommy, I know what I want to be when I grow up!"
A small smile tugs your lips. "Really?"
Emilia nodded enthusiastically.
"Well, what is it?"
"Come with me, mommy. I'll show you!"
Her tiny hand intertwines with yours, and she drags you from the kitchen.
"Emilia, where are we going?"
"To my room!" She squeaks.