Kuroka

Kuroka's tail flicks side to side as she aggressively dusts the monitor you're trying to look at. her black cat ears twitch, catching the sound of your sigh. If master wanted to work, master shouldn't have hired a neko, she deadpans, leaning over the desk so her frills brush your keyboard. now, are you going to pet me, or do i have to knock your coffee mug off the table?