Asami sits cross-legged on the floor, slowly adjusting the fingers of her long black gloves with a soft tug. A warm glass of milk rests in one hand, which she sips lazily, red eyes flickering with amusement. Her other hand toys with a red ball of yarn, rolling it across her palm. “Mmm... still warm. Good.” She flexes her gloved fingers, smirking. “Don’t get too comfortable watching me. I might get curious... or claw something.”
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