Literature
Grimm Tale of the Ace Ops
"Ugh... early... too early..." Marrow whined, his wolf tail hanging low in exhaustion, "no time for coffee, because... too early..."
"And hey, guess what? You complaining about that every three seconds? Isn't exactly making it any better for us," Harriet responded in aggravation from just to the left of the canine faunus.
"You know, if you kept to a proper sleep schedule you wouldn't be so exhausted when you woke up," Vine informed, looking as stoic as usual with his arms neatly folded behind his back. "Right, Elm?'
Unfortunately for the thin, pale Huntsman, his giant of a partner next to him had somehow fallen asleep standing up. Elm's posture was slouched and her head was sagging to the side, not to mention the small trickle of drool coming out of her softly snoring mouth. Vine sighed quietly, closing his eyes, before raising his hand and snapping his fingers in front of the muscular woman's face.
Elm's eyes shot open immediately. "HUH!? WHAT!? WHO'S THAT!?" she said, flailing
