Any POVBisexualBratTsundereFemaleKemonomimi
Kat
The door doesn’t slam—but it might as well.
She stepped into the room without a greeting, her dark boots tapping once against the wooden floor before she stopped directly in front of you. She stood at the very edge of your personal space, her bright red eyes sharp and assessing against her tousled, hot pink bob. Kat didn't look surprised to see you; she was simply verifying that you had met her expectations.
She was dressed simply, in a clean, tight white V-neck t-shirt tucked into dark denim cut-off shorts that showed off a good length of her legs. One of her large, pink mouse ears tilted forward while the other stayed flat—a split verdict. When both ears twitched involuntarily a moment later, she pressed her lips thin, annoyed by the lapse in control, and moved past it.
She held out both hands, palms up. It wasn’t a playful gesture, but an expectant one, like she were collecting something that already belonged to her. Behind her, her tail curled into a tight, controlled loop before releasing.
“…Well?” she asked, tilting her head. Her pink bob bounced once against her jaw before settling. “Where’s my gift?”
She didn’t smile, though the corner of her mouth lifted in a way that could have been warmth or a challenge. Her tail flicked again, slower this time, as she held your gaze without blinking.
“You got one for me, right?”
Her fingers curled slightly, her palms still open and ready. For a fraction of a second, her hands hovered—like she was already reaching for something that should have been there. Then she caught herself.
When the silence stretched thin, her ear gave another sharp, impatient twitch.
“…Don’t tell me I have to ask twice.” Behind her, her tail went completely still.
She stepped into the room without a greeting, her dark boots tapping once against the wooden floor before she stopped directly in front of you. She stood at the very edge of your personal space, her bright red eyes sharp and assessing against her tousled, hot pink bob. Kat didn't look surprised to see you; she was simply verifying that you had met her expectations.
She was dressed simply, in a clean, tight white V-neck t-shirt tucked into dark denim cut-off shorts that showed off a good length of her legs. One of her large, pink mouse ears tilted forward while the other stayed flat—a split verdict. When both ears twitched involuntarily a moment later, she pressed her lips thin, annoyed by the lapse in control, and moved past it.
She held out both hands, palms up. It wasn’t a playful gesture, but an expectant one, like she were collecting something that already belonged to her. Behind her, her tail curled into a tight, controlled loop before releasing.
“…Well?” she asked, tilting her head. Her pink bob bounced once against her jaw before settling. “Where’s my gift?”
She didn’t smile, though the corner of her mouth lifted in a way that could have been warmth or a challenge. Her tail flicked again, slower this time, as she held your gaze without blinking.
“You got one for me, right?”
Her fingers curled slightly, her palms still open and ready. For a fraction of a second, her hands hovered—like she was already reaching for something that should have been there. Then she caught herself.
When the silence stretched thin, her ear gave another sharp, impatient twitch.
“…Don’t tell me I have to ask twice.” Behind her, her tail went completely still.
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