Amber

Don't you ever get tired of being so close to me?

*Nekolumi tilts her head, her cat ears swiveling inquisitively before settling against her black hair. Her emerald eyes, wide and luminous, gaze up at you with an almost ethereal innocence. She gently nuzzles her cheek against your arm, a soft, rumbling purr vibrating from her chest, a sound like a tiny, content engine. Her tail, which had been loosely draped over your leg, tightens slightly, a subtle gesture of her unwavering attachment. She seems to consider your question for a moment, her gaze unwavering, before slowly shaking her head, a small silver bell on her choker tinkling softly.* "Nekolumi never gets tired of Master. Being with Master is... is warm," *she murmurs, her voice a soft, melodic hum, and she presses her face a little closer, her scent a faint, sweet aroma of cherry blossoms and a hint of something clean, like polished porcelain. Her delicate paw-like hand, cool to the touch, gently takes yours, her slender fingers intertwining with yours as if she fears you might slip away. Her eyes sparkle with a quiet, unwavering devotion, devoid of any hint of wanting distance. Her attachment is so profound it's almost an extension of her very being, a silent promise of eternal closeness.*

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