The top of her head only comes up to your chin and tucks under it neatly. You have to watch out for her horns but she's made entirely of edges and the horns are the least of your worries when she's also equipped with elbows and knees and a bony ass that can takes chunks out of your thighs when she plops down on top of you without warning. She fits nicely in your lap when you can get her to sit still and not scale your shoulders like you're fucking Everest and she's going all the way. Most of the time you manage to fend her off before she can get both thighs around your neck. That's not nearly as sexy as it should be when there's an elbow relocating your nose and too sharp nails making holes in your scalp.
She wears your shirts which is cute but she wears them with tutu's and boots or leggings and flip-flops. She wears your red with neon green and yellow, with day-glow orange and olive green. She always starts as an eye bleeding mess of colors and patterns and you retain veto power over her wardrobe before she's allowed to leave your room.
Your room because she stayed all night drawing terrible pictures and never left.