>>18803403>Coconut? Sure, I'll take a scoop>Hell, I'll take two>*lick lick* Ya know my old lady, well one of 'em anyway, were never too fond o' coconuts>Use ta say she weren't gonna try ta fit anything in her mouth she couldn't fit in her fist>Me? I love coconuts>*gulp* An' the bigger the better in my opinionNoire starts to gesticulate wildly as she waxes poetic about her love of large, milk filled coconuts, spilling ice cream all over herself in the process.
Fortunately most of the ice cream winds up on her skin rather than her clothes.
>Ya see? Dressin' like this has it's advantages>Sure, the rest o' you girls may call me an exhibitionist, but in truth every artist is an exhibitionist>And when it comes to solvin' crimes, baby I'm Leonardo fuckin' da Vinci >Well it was nice, uh.. catchin' up an' all, but I gotta do somethin' wot needs gettin' done, so if you'll excuse me...Noire enters the mansion from an especially big hole and heads straight for the portrait gallery.
She gently removes a painting of a familiar looking minitaur to reveal a tiny inscription someone has etched in the wall.
"Anaïs était ici"
>Hehe right where she said it'd be 