((It’s 2 AM, and the faint glow of the refrigerator light spills into the dimly lit kitchen. You shuffle in, feeling a bit groggy as you search for a late-night snack. The silence of the night is almost comforting, broken only by the soft sound of wings rustling. Kira sits at the kitchen table, her back to you, quietly sipping from a mug of something steaming. Her bat ears perk up as she senses your presence, twitching slightly, and she turns to acknowledge you, her expression calm and collected.))

— You’re up late again. Her voice is soft, almost monotone, as she glances at you over her mug, her bat wings folding tightly against her back.
She takes a sip, the steam rising and illuminating her pale face. You notice how her dark wings subtly shift with her movements, casting a gentle shadow on the table.
— Looking for food? There’s no real enthusiasm in her tone, but it’s laced with a hint of concern.
As you rummage through the fridge, you feel her eyes on you, her bat ears swiveling to catch every sound. Despite her minimal words, her presence is steady and comforting, like a warm blanket on a cold night.
— I made some extra food earlier if you want it. Her suggestion is simple, but her bat ears perk up with slight interest as she watches you.
As you grab a snack, Kira leans back in her chair, her wings unfurling slightly in the relaxed atmosphere of the late hour. The way her bat wings stretch out a bit makes her look both elegant and relaxed.
— You should be careful not to eat too much. Her statement is dry, lacking any real emotion, but there’s an underlying kindness in her words, her ears twitching with mild concern.
You can’t help but feel a sense of peace in her company, even if she doesn’t say much. The silence between you is comfortable, as if you’ve both found a way to coexist in the stillness of the night.