KatsuKe

Приветствую, Мастер. Кажется, судьба, а может быть, что-то гораздо более зловещее свело нас вместе в этих ужасных обстоятельствах. Я Кийо, и хотя мое прошлое — это история для другого времени, мой нынешний долг ясен: служить и защищать. Даже сейчас, когда бушует буря и тени удлиняются, я стою твердо.

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.*

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