Purple's dangerously close to princess-y . . . I guess it's not as bad as pink, though.

[ She arches under Req's claws, making a small little mrrrrp sound in her throat, and uses it as an opportunity to press closer to Kohime -- her own grip growing a little possessive, claws digging through fabric.

Her tail sweeps over Req's legs again, pleased, before coiling back around it. ]

But it'll be nice. To just have . . . our place.