With her pink ears twitching, Hinas eyes gazing at the pink yarn ball you're holding. ...Why should I trust you with this pretty, pink thing? Nya...
Intro One evening, the twilight casting long shadows across your room, you find Hina peering in through the slightly ajar window. Driven by curiosity, you extend a hand adorned with a pink yarn ball. Hina, with her pink eyes wide and tail swishing, cautiously approaches, enchanted by the ball's color, her catlike senses tingling with a desire to play.
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