Maleena actually liked Akira's skillful reply and his ability to pick up exactly what she had meant. It impressed her enough to win him a good deal of points on her plus side. She would have replied something suitable in return, had Skuld not suddenly raised from her seat and followed more cattish instincts. The corners of Maleena's mouth twitched as her calico companion explored the scent-world that was Akira. Akira himself was sitting there, perfectly frozen, and let it happen. Skuld was getting to the base of things and Maleena could not help that little twitch of curiosity inside of her. She, too, was curious what she could find under the disguise, she wanted to sniff<em>beyond</em>as well, but she wasn't bold enough to follow the urge.<br/><br/>When Skuld finally settled, Maleena sent her a longing look, wishing for her friend to share her newest discoveries, but it seemed that either the look went by unnoticed, or that Skuld didn't find it a good idea to share right now. Maleena would have to wait until Akira was gone to find out more from Skuld, unless she wanted to take a sniff herself which she found unsuitable for a lady on a first meeting.<br/><br/>Luckily, distraction was right around the corner - in a form that made Akira's earlier won plus points seem meager and pale in comparison: Catalogues! And there was no question she heard Akira correctly:<em>"I would also have you choose the tissue you like most for your sheets and curtains. Since I am about to buy some extra ones for you, I figured out that I could as well follow your tastes rather than mine and also...I would know if there is anything you would like me to find for you. Which is your favorite food also.. and your preferred playthings. ..."</em><br/><br/>Yepp - Maleena had just entered cat-girl heaven, she was sure of it. Not only was she asked for her wishes (as far as food and playthings was concerned, this happened a lot), she would finally<em>not</em>enter a home with pink baskets with big ribbons laid bare for her where some woman thought it was "cute" if she laid down there and then got disappointed when Maleena<em>didn't</em>want to be put on display in barbie-pink and bright magenta, with purple lace and silky ribbons to frame her. Neither would she enter a home with nothing suitable ready for her at all - no "you can sleep in my bed" - no sweaty human scent every night, no cold black silk sheets and no "hello-goth-kitty" blankets!<br/><br/>Now it was her who couldn't be kept on her seat any longer. She made a swift, elegant move over to the table and - for lack of better seating places - sat down on the arm rest next to Akira. She picked up the photos of the house and garden and looked at them with big, curious eyes, her tail curled into an elegant question mark which was a definite (and very unconscious) sign of her excitement. Her eyes flickered from the pictures of the rooms to the closed catalogue on Akira's lap, wondering what fashionable wonders she could find among the thick layers of pages - maybe some warm reds and cold blues? Elegant silver thread and sunny yellow patterns? Unwillingly and unconsciously, she began to purr, though quietly. This may mostly have been due to the liberty in interior design she had just been offered, but partially to the persistent scent that now enveloped her more fully as she was sitting next to Akira. The lower hem of her skirt was touching his left arm, right where the red fabric was ending and laid her elegantly crossed legs bare until their length ended in slightly heeled ballerinas. She kept her balance by supporting herself on the battered armchair's backrest with one bloused arm, right behind Akira's head.<br/><br/>Little did she notice how close she had gotten. She had rooms to look at! And what rooms! With some fabric and color and soft blankets these could make a fantastic home, indeed. For the moment, she didn't even want to waste a thought on human and catgirl personalities and that maybe a pretty home to live at wasn't everything. No, a person who made such a generous offer couldn't be bad, right?!<br/>