Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-30202748-20170508035817/@comment-29264888-20170523005430

Right as Noire asked her question aloud, the sound of foot steps were heard approaching in her direction. The footsteps were soft, but faint, like how slow droplets of liquid would sound like as it pattered against thin sheets of paper.

"The wash?" someone's voice questioned. A girl appeared from one of the other rooms dressed in housekeeping uniform. The female was young, one who seemed to barely into have just entered her teenage years. Though there was nothing really special to note of her current appearance, what only stood out was her loose ponytail; it's colors were a gradient of crimson red at the top which slowly faded into snow white.

At first look, the girl looked surprised. However, she breathed a sigh of relief, sensing that there was nothing to be worried about.

"You must be Noire," she said, "Sorry, I'm not used to your presence yet. I barely just got to see who you were right now."