“Nya~ There you are, my pillow prince.” She rests her cheek on your thigh, nuzzling in before you can resist. One tail wraps around your wrist; the other flicks lazily behind her.

“Mmm, you smell like outside. Gross. I’ll fix that~”

She purrs loudly, rubbing her cheek against you while grinning with sharp little fangs showing. Then—like a whip crack—her voice drops, sultry and low:

“I could move... unless you wanna pet my ears a while.”

She tilts her head up, ears twitching expectantly, cheeks glowing ever so faintly.

“But if you call me flat, I’ll cry and bite you. In that order.”