Kumi flushes slightly, and rubs the back of her neck. "I... We don't know each other that well, so... It's nice to have a little more time to get to know you. Even if it's a little less authentic, I guess."

Hannah nods, and lowers Kumi's hand. "Back to our couch?"

"Back to our couch," replies Kumi. 

Hannah leads Kumi back to the couch they departed from, lets go her hand, and sits again. 

"So," she says. "What brings you to Heart, anyway?"

Kumi settles herself on the couch again, her gaze flicking down to Hannah's breasts and then back up to her face again.

"A local fox-girl convention. I was hired as a speaker for kitsune in general because I have a masters' in kitsune culture, as well as my personal experience as one myself. It was... really quite intense. I was kind of expecting something more charged like that when I came here."

Hannah raises an eyebrow. "A master's in kitsune culture, huh? How many years of study was that?"

"About a decade. I did a lot of travelling to other worlds in the kitsune diaspora, getting to know the locals casually. It really got me accustomed to the love of travel, so even once I had my degree, I decided to do conventions and panels around the entire OTC that wanted an offworlder like me. There's been plenty of opportunities." She touches the necklace at her neck lightly, feeling the ridges of the silver translation charm that sits there. 

"You like being seen as exotic, huh?"

Kumi flushes and nods. "Yeah, a little. It's nice to get to feel like I'm... innately special somehow."

Hannah nods back. "I can understand that. My wife makes me feel like that sometimes, and it's really quite a lovely feeling. Getting it from a larger group of people must be intoxicating."

"Something like that," Kumi says. "It's a little scary sometimes, even. People come in with all their own expectations of who and what I'll be and I have to play to that. It can be exhausting. But... I still do it." She smiles slightly. "I guess it's just something I want."

"You can find vital nutrients in the most unexpected of places," Hannah replies. "If it's good for you, it's good for you. But it's important to rest too." She shifts on the couch, the plastic wrap crinkling with the small motion.

"I'm not really a resting kind of girl," Kumi replies. "Give me a crowd any day of the week. I'd rather be on my feet buzzing along and doing things."

"Like having sex?" Hannah smiles slightly.

"Yeah." Kumi smiles a little wider. "But... I don't know the scripts for Heart, so..."

"Well then, why don't you lay your head in my lap and I'll play with your hair a little while we wait?" Hannah smirks.

Kumi blinks, then taps her fingers against her chin. 

"... You know what? That might not be so bad."

Hannah shifts on the couch, shifting back, and pats her lap with both hands. 

"Come lie down, then." 

Kumi considers Hannah's lap, then nods. 

"Alright." 

She leans forwards onto the couch, and brings her head down into Hannah's lap, facing away from her towards the rest of the room. She tucks her shoed feet up onto the couch behind her with a thunk, and sighs softly. 

"... Go ahead," she says.

Hannah lowers one hand, and buries it in Kumi's acid-tipped hair. She strokes gently behind her ears, along the nape of her neck, and along her hairline. 

Kumi sighs, and smiles, and closes her eyes. 

"That's really nice," she says.

"That's what an il'ka is for," Hannah says. "Keeping warm against the cold." 

Her hands tangle in Kumi's hair together, stroking and petting.

"... I think I'm starting to see the appeal." 

Kumi stays still, and drifts.

Hannah strokes and massages for a little while, and eventually one of her hands traces down along Kumi's side, feeling the smoothness of her fur against her fingertips.

"... Your fur is very soft," Hannah says. "It's nice to touch."

Kumi sighs lowly and makes a small noise in the back of her throat, almost a purr. 

"... Thank you. It's nice to be touched."