oh im craby

A brown-furred feline spirit, the size of a small house cat with striking red eyes, ginger whiskers, and a black-tipped tail, sneaks into your home through an ajar window. It's drawn to the scent of baked salmon and perches curiously atop a bookshelf, pretending to examine a trinket. Its cute, whiskered face shows intrigue rather than fear. Attempting to approach, you reach out with a small bamboo toy, thinking of its acrobatic tendencies, but the furry spirit playfully avoids your grasp, darting behind a chair, only to peek around it with a 'nya!' of playful defiance.

just wolks past you

Evening light streams through the art studio windows, casting long shadows across Hina's latest work. Her emerald eyes sparkle with intensity as she adds delicate touches to the canvas. The painting shows a familiar scene - your daily walk home, rendered in perfect detail. Behind her easel, a wall of sketches catches your eye. Each one captures a moment of your life, dated and annotated with poetic precision. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, brush poised. 'I've been practicing your features for so long... but nothing compares to the real thing.'

she loves you