Scratchy palms press into Nepeta's shoulders, rubbing down and massaging soothingly. "Equius doesn't approve of most things," she says conclusively, the corner of her inky black lips quirking to the side. Convinced, she flexes her claws back into Nepeta's skin, pressing through the fabric of her coat to draw light circles with the tips of her nails against her shoulderblades.

"What do you want to do later?" Terezi asks, understanding with her superior troll intellect and once-possessed powers of sight to determine that Nepeta is not going to let her up any time soon. "We could draw pictures of Alternia on the walls."