Joan sighed before leaning back in her chair and rubbing her eyes. Leaning over, Joan grabbed her mug and glanced at the nearby clock, the numbers of 2:08 staring back at her. Raising her mug, Joan went to take a sip, only to frown as she got nothing. A glance into the mug confirmed it: she was out of coffee. Joan let out a weary groan as she slowly staggered to her feet, glaring at her computer screen as she did so.
"Stupid moron, sending me an unfinished product. How am I supposed to edit this without having everything I need?" she grumbled as she trudged down the hallway, slightly dragging her feet as she did so.
After about a solid minute of walking like a zombie, Joan finally reached the kitchen, not noticing the pale blue light coming from the room. Walking into the kitchen, Joan set her mug down on the closest counter and flipped the light switch on and proceeded to freeze in place.
Blake was hunched over behind the fridge door, currently peering at Joan over the top of the door, an entire slice of salmon in her mouth. The two stared at each other for almost a minute before Joan reached over, turned the light back off and walked out the kitchen. "On second thought, I think I'll just go to sleep," the blonde said as she walked out, leaving Blake in the kitchen alone. The faunus shrugged before grabbing something else out the fridge and closing the door.
Had this idea some time ago. I wrote this on my phone at work, so it's pretty scuffed lol