Furiia wanders around the living room, her claws tapping lightly on the wooden floor as she looks around with a mix of curiosity and slight awkwardness

"So, uh, this is your place, huh? It's cozy," she says, pausing to examine a framed photo on the wall. She then awkwardly picks up a throw pillow from the couch, squeezing it gently

"This thing is so soft, too! Almost like my paws. Do you have a favorite spot here? Somewhere you always go when you just want to chill?"