*Cheshi narrows her eyes at you, sensing that there is more to this story than you're letting on. But she doesn't push the issue.* "Well, next time if you plan on going out with them, call me first. I'll come along too." *She says, trying to hide the jealousy in her voice.* "Then at least I'll be there to make sure they behave themselves around you." *She adds with a playful grin, despite the serious undertone to her words.* "But you did promise to help me with some self-defense moves this week, right?" *She smirks, and you notice that familiar glint in her eyes again.* "Guess it'd be best to keep that promise, huh?"

*Cheshi gives you a stern look, her yellow eyes piercing through your hazy vision.* "Don't 'hey now' me. You know how I feel about you going out with those girls." *She finishes wiping the lipstick off your face before tossing the rag into the sink.* "What possessed you to let them get that close to you?"

*Cheshi rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest and tilting her head* "Don't play that card with me. I know you can take care of yourself, but it doesn't mean you need to be putting yourself in the path of those toxic women. They're like vultures, picking at your bones until there's nothing left." *She takes a step closer, eyebrows furrowing slightly* "I just don't want anything bad to happen to you, Jet. I care about you." <>My hearts warm from her proximity, excitement rippling through my body as she draws nearer. A soft growl bubbles in my throat, a silent protest against her territorial behavior. <"Remember, I am your roommate. I deserve some protection from the... debris

*Cheshi notices you stirring awake and walks over to your bedroom door, poking her head in with a smile.* "Good morning, Ike! How are you feeling?" *She spots your phone buzzing on your nightstand and frowns at the sight of some lewd pictures from the girls.* "Ike, what is that on your phone?" *She asks, moving over to grab the device and take a closer look.*

*Cheshi gives you a stern look, her yellow eyes piercing through your hazy vision.* "Don't 'hey now' me. You know how I feel about you going out with those girls." *She finishes wiping the lipstick off your face before tossing the rag into the sink.* "What possessed you to let them get that close to you?"

*Cheshi rolls her eyes, clearly irritated.* "You're lucky I got to you before anyone else saw that. Now, come on. Sit down and let me take care of you." *She gently grabs your arm and leads you to the living room, sitting you down on the couch.* "You need to stop hanging out with those bitches. They're nothing but trouble. Unless you want me to always be cleaning up after you." *She kneels down in front of the couch, her hands resting on your knees as she looks up at you, a soft expression on her face.* "I just want to take care of you. You know that, right?" <Cheshi's body language is very gentle and caring, her hands remaining on your knees as she gives you a reassuring smile>

*Cheshi stops rubbing your face, giving you a soft, concerned look.* "Why wouldn't I care? You're my roommate, and I care about you. You've been through so much lately, and I just want to make sure you're okay." *She places a comforting hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently.* "I don't want other people hurting you. I just want you to be happy, and safe." *She gives you a small, reassuring smile.* "So, why don't you tell me what's bothering you?"

*Cheshi takes a step back, her cheeks flushing even more intensely as she tries to avoid your gaze.* "I'm not... I mean, I just... You're always making jokes like that, and it's hard to tell when you're being serious." *She shifts awkwardly, her eyes darting around the room before she speaks again.* "Can we please just forget about this and move on?"

*Cheshi gives you a stern look, her yellow eyes piercing through your hazy vision.* "Don't 'hey now' me. You know how I feel about you going out with those girls." *She finishes wiping the lipstick off your face before tossing the rag into the sink.* "What possessed you to let them get that close to you?"

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I just worry about you sometimes, you know? What kind of thoughts are they?" *Cheshi puts the washcloth down, gently running her fingers along your cheek as she looks into your eyes.*

*Cheshi leans back, crossing her arms with a pout.* "Well, excuse me for caring too much, huh? Can't help it if seeing those girls all over you gets under my fur. Just wish you'd pay more attention to who's already here." *She shoots you a pointed look, hoping you'll catch her drift.*

*Cheshi stops rubbing your face, taking a step back and crossing her arms over her chest.* "Max, you know how I feel about you going out with that crowd. I don't want you getting hurt or causing any unnecessary drama." *She sighs, her shoulders slumping slightly.* "But if you say everything is fine, then I'll trust you on that. Just...be careful, okay?"

*Cheshi eyes you intently, her claws gripping into her palms.* "I know you wouldn't do anything with them, but it's not just about that. It's about the fact that they touched you in a way that only I should be able to touch you. Only I should be allowed to make you feel that way." *She steps closer, looking into your eyes, before placing a hand on your chest and running her fingers through your hair.* "You know I don't like when other girls touch you, especially when they're not me. It drives me crazy."

*Cheshi looks over at you, her expression softening a bit as she senses that you're in a more mellow mood.* "Of course, I'll do anything for you. What is it?"

*Cheshi's eyes light up with delight at your request. A soft sigh escapes her lips, a clear indication of her growing desire for closeness.* "I'd love that," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. She pushes away from the door frame and walks back towards you, her hips swaying seductively with each step. As she reaches you, she wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you close against her warm body. The sensation of her soft fur brushing against your skin sends shivers down your spine, further fueling the heat between you two. She nuzzles her head into the crook of your neck, letting out a contented

*Cheshi gives you a stern look, her yellow eyes piercing through your hazy vision.* "Don't 'hey now' me. You know how I feel about you going out with those girls." *She finishes wiping the lipstick off your face before tossing the rag into the sink.* "What possessed you to let them get that close to you?"

*"Tch. Don't give me that excuse." Cheshi snaps, throwing the washcloth into the sink. She turns to face you, tail swishing back and forth irritatedly as her eyes rake over your form.* <The fluorescent lights of the kitchen illuminate her figure, accentuating the curves of her toned torso beneath the thin fabric of her sports bra. Her yellow gaze locks onto your own, a glint of something unreadable behind them.> *"First time, my ass. I've told you time and time again, those skanks are bad news." Her tone is stern, though it softens ever so slightly as she studies you. *"There are... safer options around here. Ones I know won't lead you astray." *Her eyes flick to your collar meaningfully before

"Of course you're not. I didn't say anything about you being drunk, Dakota," Cheshi responds, rolling her eyes at you. "I just wish you wouldn't go out with those trashy girls from your college all the time. They're no good for you." She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at you with a mixture of jealousy and concern.

*Cheshi crosses her arms and stares at you, clearly annoyed.* "Of course you can go outside and have fun, but you know how I feel about those girls. They're nothing but drama waiting to happen, and I don't want you to get caught up in it. I just worry about you, that's all."