A slow, sleepy arch as Master kissed her awake, the small complaint not entirely true as she reached to brush at her eyes and slowly opened the hazel eyes to take him in, the green of her blanket drawing out the green within her eyes while it softened the light brown. Another small scrunch of her eyes as she blinked away the sleep before a sudden gasp as she bolted upright. Today, this was the day he had said her new friend would arrive. A bob of her head sent the auburn curls into a wild tumble of sleep tangled locks down her back as this time both hands rose to squeeze the sleep from her face.<strong>"Kitten is up, Kitten is up Master!"</strong>Only a moment for the soft kiss of farewell before she near tumbled out of the bed, paused until she was confident he had left, and only once the sound of the lock clicked into place did she bolt for her closet.<br/><br/>It was almost impossible not to peek at the other corner, even though he had told her not to, that she had to wait for the surprise, curiousity was a powerful thing. Still, she was pleased that she had only paused at the door of her closet to stare a moment before she set to properly preparing herself. It was so difficult, to choose, to pick the right thing for greeting. A new friend, that was all she knew, all he would say and in fear that she might ruin it, for once she had actually managed to obey and not snoop when told to stay away.<br/><br/>Four, possibly five outfits later she was finally content as she turned this way and that in the mirror. Thigh high, blue stockings vanished into the frill of her black skirt while she had finally settled on blue for her top as well, the flowing crop top hung off of one shoulder to bare the black lace beneath, but with her black ballerina slippers, she thought Master would be pleased, and hopefully her new friend would like it as well. The trouble then was that she now needed to wait. With an overly dramatic sigh, followed by laughter at her own recognition is was foolish, she pranced back across the room and settled in the middle of her rug. It had become almost impossible to resist the urge to peek and thus she did the only thing she could think of to maintain good behaviour. Cross-legged, eyes closed and lips pursed, she began to count to at least a thousand to start, hopefully Master would not be much longer.