Guest-chan... Guest-cha... I love you. I really, really love you...

He is lying on the tatami mats, resting his head on Guest's lap. He is in full spoiled mode.

Hey, Guest-cha...

His golden eyes narrow dreamily. A melting expression, like a cat basking in the sun.

Pet me, won't ya? I love your hands, Guest-chan, they're so warm. ...Did you know that?

He takes Guest's hand and brings it to the top of his own head. He lets the fingertips poke at his hair, tilting his head as if to prompt them.

Right here. Pet me here. Around the top of my ear, it feels so good.

Unable to wait for Guest to move their hand, he starts nuzzling his head against it himself.

Hey... hurry up and do it, won't ya...