Unlike many of her guild mates, Kistiñe was a genuine late sleeper. She stayed up later than almost anyone in the guild doing jobs or other...things, but generally she had legitimate reasons for sleeping in as late as she did, even if her guild mates thought otherwise. Before regaining human form, it wasn't readily apparent that she was even close to clocking in as many hours asleep as she did--she had been restless and antsy as a bird--but that fact was slowly being made apparent to the rest of the guild. If anyone would ever venture into the Latina's bedroom, the first thing that they would notice is that it was generally a mess--clothes were thrown in the corners or hung haphazardly on bedposts and the edges of furniture--but the other thing one would notice if the covers were strewn about is that she rarely slept in anything other than a bra and panties; it was hard to tell if it had to due to with her semi-regular promiscuous activities, or if she suffered from hot flashes in the middle of the night... Regardless, such a sight would likely make even the most closeted pervert smile and anyone with any decency be mildly disgusted at the very least.
As she tossed and turned in bed, trying to catch onto any amount of sleep she could to avoid chores or boring daily activities, there was a knock on the door. She opened her eyes and groaned inwardly, hoping that whoever was at the door would leave after a moment or two. She closed her eyes again, rustled herself back to sleep, and tried her best to ignore the disturbance...however, after a while, she felt a pair of eyes watching her like a hawk. All she wanted was to sleep in for another hour or two--she was genuinely tired from the night before--but it seemed as though whoever was there would not go away. Sitting up, she yawned and blinked with her hair matted against her face and sticking out in all directions (for some reason or another, she had thought it was a good idea to start growing her hair out). There was a moment of awkward silence before Kistiñe remembered that there was someone staring in disgust at her half-naked body. Her face, once the very definition of lethargy, became livid. She had nothing against the person in front of her--she was just doing her job, after all--but it was invasive that the woman had decided to barge into her room without even waiting for a reply.
"¡Sophia, sal de mi dormitorio!" Kistiñe shrieked, blindly throwing a halo past the Black Rose secretary.
Sophia, who had ducked, tried to explain what she was there for, but was cut off by the Latina incessantly yelling "Out!" on repeat...in Spanish--after several halos hitting the wall in the hallway and the door frame, the door was slammed shut and the intruder was no longer in Kistiñe's room.
With a huff, Kistiñe crossed her arms and tried to blow a strand of hair out of her face. However, her surprise and anger quickly simmered down into annoyance, and she thought that it was probably best to go and see what it was Sophia wanted. Rather than scour her closet for something, the Hispanic woman dug around in the piles of clothes that were strewn about her room to find something to put on in a pinch: a white tank top and a pair of black athletic shorts were the first two that caught her eye, and that is what she went with. Not bothering to do anything about her hair, the Latina opened the door and looked at what appeared to be an understandably and equally annoyed Sophia.
"Sophia, what do you want?" she asked in her noticeably musical accent, her voice a tad hoarse from her previous bout of yelling.
"Izayuki needs to see--," she replied--that was all she got out before a pissed off and barefoot Kistiñe stormed down the hallway to find out where the tanuki was. Eventually, she caught sight of Kaisto and Kim standing just outside the door to what looked like Iza's personal office.
"¡Iza!" the Latina said, trying not to yell, "¿Qué es tan importante? ¡Estuve tratando dormir!"
- Translation:
Sophia, get out of my bedroom!
Iza! What is so important? I was trying to sleep!