Mischief

Silently following from the vents within the ceiling, a petite woman gazed down upon the pair with amber eyes. Pointed ears twitched as she took in their words and tilted her head to the side, pondering what they would do next.

Tapping a long metal claw against the vent, she smirked as dark locks fell from her shoulders to brush against metal. She was accustomed to these attempts and quite aware of what would happen if they did not survive.

That did not stop her from having a little fun, though.

So, holding back a giggle, she continued to tap away at the metal vent.

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