You enter Es's room.
"Welcome back," Es said as she looked up from her book. As you walked in Es noticed that you were holding something in your arms, Es as curious as she ever was about the things you occasionally bring in, you were still trying to teach her about the world beyond her door even if you both know that she can never leave this place.
"A cat" you answer, yesterday you and Es had discussed the literary piece A Door Into Summer and as such you decided to bring a cat with you today, so that Es may atleast try and experience one. (the cat is either yours or a friends)
"Truly?" She asks with a healthy amount of caution, which, did amuse you but also slightly annoyed you, when had you ever lied to Es about something she might enjoy...okay, fine, but that was all in good fun.
You nod, as you reply "her names' cookie". Es placed her book down and walked around her desk to get a closer look at the cat in your arms. The look that formed on her face was far too cute.
Es stopped about arms length in front of you, close enough to pet the cat in your arms but far enough away to move if the cat had a bad reaction to Es.
'Fair enough' you thought. You had never brought an animal with you before so neither of you knew if Es was any good with them.
Es reached out gently, slowly moving to pet the cat in your arms. The cat, sensing the approaching limb turned its head towards Es, Es stilled as she locked eyes with the cat. the cat, sensing that Es was not an active threat to it, continued turning its head further to lick itself, Es turned her eyes onto you, asking if it was okay to continue. You nod your head, giving her a gentle smile as she resumes moving her hand towards the cat.
Es gently rests her hand on top of the cat's head, both of them jolt at the contact, the cat because of Es' hesitance and Es because of the cat's reaction to her.
You chuckle slightly as you pet the cat to calm it down, Es slightly bristled at that, indignation, a wounded pride, and her great curiosity for the most well known feline species, overpowering her fear of rejection and of the unknown.
This time, Es' hand was steady as she reached out, the hand formerly clutched tightly against her chest, now hung clenched at her side in determination, your face flushed slightly at Es's countenance, this was your favorite sight in all the worlds, Es, steady, sure, and determined.
It got your motor running in the most innocent and sinfully indecent ways. But still you held your arms steady as Es made another contact with the cat, who at this point had gone back to grooming themselves.
The cat jolted slightly again, but this time Es didn't respond in kind. Instead Es moved her hand from the cat's head and down the cat's tail, the cat's back arched as Es moved her hand all the way down to the tip of the cat's tail.
Es smiled softly as the cat's soft and warm fur felt nice in her hands. Soon enough the cat stirred from its preening and jumped from your arms. the cat landed and then started twinning(read twine-ing) between your legs. Es looked perplexed.
You smile as you said. "she's twinning. It's a thing cats do to the humans they like, here squat down and stick your hand out, palm up. She'll come over to you and smell you."
Es did as you asked, squatting down and sticking her hand out for the cat to sniff. Almost immediately the cat went over to sniff Es' hand.
After a second of sniffing, the cat bumped her head against Es' hand and then rubbed herself down Es' hand. "That means she likes you, ya know. you can still pet her, just don't force it and if she lays down on her side you can pet her, just not on the belly." You state as Es starts running her hand down the cat's spine again.
The three of you spend the next three hours like that, Es and the cat playing together, completely fascinated by each other, while you stand by and watch the interaction unfold. A little commentary from time to time fills the pleasant silence.
After having checked your watch you snapped your fingers, the cat jumps back into your arms tired and happy to sleep after the three hours of playing. Es, herself has slightly tousled hair and messed sleeves from the cats play, her usual braid is slightly out of place.
You throw a comment behind you as you walk out of Es's door and back to your world "your hairs a mess Es, but… I kinda like it."
The door clicks shut behind you before you can get a response, so you don't see Es' blushing face nor hear her mumble "maybe i should keep it like this" with a thoughtful look before dismissing the idea.