Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24080120-20140520093856/@comment-7497475-20140604141442

Noir was enjoying this conversation much more than she'd hoped.

"Oh there is a story all right, but the man responsible is still breathing. As much as he can anyway, doesn't have much of his lungs left really. Kinda surprised he's alive looking back at it now. But he took my hand, and didn't even have the decency to understand just what it was he was giving. So I came back with a knife. Was a bit hard to teach him with just my left hand, but I managed."

Leaning back further, she took a long sip of coffee. Savouring the flavour as much as she was savouring the talking, she finished the story.

"And after ten years, I think he still hates me. When he's not spitting out gibberish, I might have broken something important in his mind when I met him a few years back. I guess the sight of me with a knife just got to him."

Smirking, Noir remembered that moment with much fondness.