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Half-awake and in a foul mood, Crowe stumbled to the coffee pot only to discover it was empty. With an annoyed huff, she opened the cabinet, searching for the beans to make more… but the bag was not there. She searched again, double checking to make sure someone didn’t put it away in the wrong spot, to no avail.
Storming into the training hall, Crowe called over the din, “Which one of you assholes drank the last of the coffee?”
The other Glaives instantly fell silent. Everyone’s eyes darted to Luche, and the culprit was clear.
Libertus burst out laughing, “I told you it wasn’t a good idea but you didn’t listen.”
“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that anyone getting between Crowe and her coffee, must be in need of an assbeating,” Nyx added with a smirk.
The blood drained from Luche’s face as Crowe stared coldly at him and demanded, “Luche. Spar. Now.”
The other Glaive’s uproarious laughter filled the room as she took her position and waited impatiently for Luche to take his. Unavoidably, Crowe wasn’t going to get her coffee until the afternoon. But that could wait. Right now, she had an inconsiderate teammate to roast.