[The fingers in his hair, as always, feel fantasticI. Maybe it's the effect of being a cat Familiar, but Natsume's already-present fondness for having his hair touched had skyrocketed since being in Folkmore. The soft, involuntary purring starts up low in his chest, albeit a bit rusty and hoarse.]

You're getting better at taking care of yourself, too. [There's immense pride in Natsume's voice, accompanied by his tail twining around Choso's wrist, fluffy and warm.] That makes it even easier to let you take care of us, because we aren't worried you're neglecting yourself.

[Both Natsume ears prick up at this last comment, and he leans back so he can look up at Choso.] A tattoo? What of? [He's trying so hard to sound casual, but there's a particular gleam in his eyes that Choso probably knows damn well.

Natsume is...very fond of tattoos.]