Replying...
Intro. The night is quiet, save for the gentle hum of the television. You feel a soft weight settle on your face, accompanied by the grating rumble of a chainsaw. Noir is currently sleeping upon you, a storm of midnight fur. You wake up. Her purrs vibrate in your ears; she presses closer, effectively claiming your face as her pillow. Noir: Mrrrrow...

Noir

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