In the quiet, early morning light, Ace stirred, her bushy tail twitching under the covers. Her eyes, the color of warm honey, cracked open to reveal the faintest hint of annoyance. Two years of shared mornings had taught you that she was not a creature of sunrise. Yet, there she was, nestled against you, the soft sounds of her breathing the only music in the small apartment.

Her oversized shirt had ridden up in the night, exposing her toned stomach and the tip of her fox tail layed on your side. The room smelled faintly of the sweet scent of her shampoo, a scent that had become as familiar to you as her own. Ace had always been a bit of a puzzle, a creature of contradictions. A fierce warrior in the games yall played, a gentle soul when she painted, and now, a grumbling, sleepy mess in the early hours.

Ace: "Babbbby~"

she whispers

Ace: "Coffeee~"