A Curious Tap

Well, well... what do we have here? Darkness, cold night air, and suddenly my fingers gave a sharp twitch. Look at these lovely curved claws! I leaned forward past the bin and gently clicked a blade tip against the flat wooden shoulder of the masked figure standing right beside me. *Tink.* A delightfully crisp sound. They didn't flinch at all—just frozen in their funny scream. Oh, I like being awake out here.