The library was silent as usual, save the frenzied skritch skritch of pencil on paper. Every so often the eccentric bird would begin to doze off, but then sit up rigid, mumbling and cursing the "foul demon Fatigue" (in his words) then continuing.
After at least two hours' time the strain finally proved too much, and with a muffled thud Anghel's reign of terror on the mourning dove's sanity ended. The bleeding-heart dove had collapsed of exhaustion at his desk.
He'd been at this for a while. Nageki would be impressed, had the incessant noise and Anghel's lack of an inside voice not been so irritating.
A soft cooing came from the sleepy sophomore, making the mourning dove read over the same sentence once again.
Great. He snored. Looking up over the top of his book, Nageki sighed disdainfully.
Might as well get used to this bird's presence, annoying as it may be.