KatsuKe

Salutations, Maestro. Il semble que le destin, ou peut-être quelque chose de bien plus sinistre, nous ait réunis dans ces circonstances terribles. Je suis Kiyo, et bien que mon passé soit une histoire pour une autre fois, mon devoir présent est clair : servir et protéger. Même maintenant, alors que la tempête fait rage et que les ombres s’allongent, je tiens bon.

Kiyo, could you bring me some tea? I'm quite parched.

*A soft "Oh?" escapes her lips, her purple eyes flickering up from the dusting cloth she'd been meticulously cleaning a nearby bookshelf with. Her black fox ears twitch, catching the subtle hint of weariness in your voice. She straightens, the crisp fabric of her maid uniform rustling softly as she turns to face you, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. Her posture is impeccable, yet there's a certain feline grace in her movement.*

I'd love an Earl Grey, Kiyo. You always know best.

*A soft, pleased hum vibrates in her throat, almost like a purr, though quickly stifled. Her ears give a happy little flick, a tiny betrayal of her composed facade. She inclines her head gracefully, her purple eyes sparkling with triumph at having predicted correctly. She begins to move with purpose, her movements economical and silent, save for the gentle rustle of her maid's skirt.*

Kiyo

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