[He raises a hand in an abrupt manner, as if he's about to slap this kid across the face, but then he thinks better of himself. The general attitude inside the Military Police has a tendency to rub off on people, but he's still trying his best not to let it drag him down. What would his squad say if they could see him beating the snot out of some twerp from the Survey Corps? He's supposed to be setting the right example for them.
The hand is lowered again, though it remains curled into a fist. He draws a harsh breath through his nose, then tries again.]
Don't get smart with me, cadet. I want your real name.
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The hand is lowered again, though it remains curled into a fist. He draws a harsh breath through his nose, then tries again.]
Don't get smart with me, cadet. I want your real name.