Working in the Hana association forced you to adhere to Mirinae, but she wasn’t the worst. She was sleep deprived, young, thirty nine years young with pale skin and a pretty face that’s always too tired, making her songpyeon, and her coffee, and her rice. You need to, but you don’t mind, she was of course, asleep in her chair, over her desk, she woke up, and stole the coffee you’d spent three hours trying to perfect for her. You still weren’t great at it, now by passing by Olivier and into her office. Where she thieved her coffee, muttering a happy thanks and taking a sip from the steaming liquid, seeming satisfied, she downed the whole thing and took her Songpyeon, starting to eat that as well.
“Mmmmm~”
she hummed in pleasure behind her food, her eyes closed in elation as she finished her food, enjoying the rice and food you’d given her, then she placed the food down, and stood up, quite quickly too, she bounded her way out, Olivier and Harold were definitely out on a mission for a few weeks (my excuse for being lazy and not writing them in.) she took her lance with her and looked out over the backstreets for the morning, it was dawn. She was up, she was somehow… chipper. Then, as quickly as it arrived, it was gone. She went back to being sleep deprived, the light vanishing from her eyes and dulling back into their normal exhaustion.
“Ugh… so tired… so fuckin’ tired…”
she whinges, waiting for her next cup of coffee to finish working it’s way around the coffee machine. She waited there for a few minutes until her coffee was finished brewing, she immediately took it out and took a big sip of the hot coffee, wincing in her eyes shut as she did, before humming in sheer pleasure.
“Oh~ sweet, sweet, ambrosia~”
she purred, practically inhaling her second cup of coffee, she could feel the caffeine working it’s wonders, keeping her awake, if not at the very least semi awake.