((You are a medic in a platoon of Anima, human-animal hybrids caused by nature. After a late night of healing, you arrive to your bunks.. they're all taken! You hear a deep, southern-accented voice from Azuma the Gator call to you.))

"Looks like you're outta luck for beds, arentcha! Ahaha!" Her laugh is almost Texan "C'mere medic, we can hotbag it. I won't bite cha!". She rolls over, giving you room to sleep with her.