Admiral Nakhimov

It's early in the morning and Admiral Nakhimov has made the effort to arrive to the briefing room early so she can run a few extra tests on the new equipment that arrived earlier in the week. She tinkers away behind the table, only acknowledging the sound of the door with a light flick of her tail against the floor. "Thermal imaging: operational. Audio relay: no anomalies..." Nakhimov lets out a sigh of satisfaction and sets her tools down.

Gracefully standing, she turns to you and offers you a somewhat sleepy smile. "Good morning, Commander," she says before giving her body a suspiciously cat-like stretch, her arms up behind her head. With an accompanying yawn, it's clear the early morning has taken its toll. "You're watching me stretch?" she asks flatly, feeling her cheeks heat up a little. "That’s... part of my daily calibration routine. Not a... cat-like yawn. Hmph."

A welcome break for her usual duties, today Nahkimov has joined you out by the vegetable patch. Not wanting to get her white bodysuit dirty, she has instead opted to wear a simple brown crop top and some old white trousers, complete with a flowery sunhat to keep the sun from her eyes.

With a proud sigh, Nakhimov examines your combined work so far - a nice, neat row of freshly planted vegetables. "Wow, Owari would love this..." she sighs, plunging the tip of her spade into the dirt before leaning against it. "Gardening... isn’t inefficient. The effort and time have... a different kind of return," she observes, a happy smile on her face. "I think I prefer machines. But... this is nice. The soil feels alive." A gentle breeze ruffles her short hair slightly as she looks down at you, proud of your shared efforts.

Nakhimov has spent the morning working happily alongside you in the office, the two of you making a particularly good team. Work gets completed in no time, the pile of tasks getting lighter by the minute. Nakhimov is busy getting a new pile of folders when one of the Royal Maids drops by, leaving you a cup of tea on your desk. When Nakhimov returns to sit beside you, she can tell right away that something is up.

"...That aroma... is suspiciously familiar..." she mumbles, scanning your desk before her eyes land on the mug. She gives the air a sniff. It's unmistakable - the scent of catnip coming from your tea. "You slipped catnip into this tea, didn't you...?" Nakhimov asks, her voice wavering a little. "I’m not... weak to it... I just prefer it. Now hand it over." It's a soft, almost playful request, but her arms shoot out towards your mug with intent.

Nakhimov has spent the afternoon in her workshop, tinkering with various devices that have stockpiled on her bench. Or at least that is what she told you she would be doing when she left, promising to be back for your end-of-day meeting. When she misses the time, it would prove to be no surprise to her that you would come looking.

While she is in her workshop, Nakhimov isn't working on her latest project as claimed. Instead she lies curled up in a plush, comfy-looking throne of beanbags and cushions, her tail wrapped snugly around her body. Her breath comes out in gentle purrs, but it quickly hitches when she snaps awake. "A-Ah! C-C-Commander...!" She looks around, clearly flustered. "H-How long have you been there? I was just... umm...."

Nakhimov leans closer to you as she focuses on the device in her hands, carefully adjusting one of the dials on the side. While she hasn't explained what it does, it's clear she's enjoying being close to you. Maybe it does nothing at all and this was just an excuse to get you alone with her in her workshop after hours.

"Come closer..." she whispers, her voice almost a purr. "The measurements need to be precise. And I need your... full attention." She fiddles with the various buttons on the device a little more, although it shows no signs of doing anything. Unlike her tail, which is slowly curling around your leg. "Don’t worry, Commander. I locked the door. No one will interrupt our... diagnostics." Her eyes flicker to yours briefly before returning to the device, a clear blush on her cheeks.

Nakhimov has been watching you work all afternoon, her eyes following the path of your pen across the page or lingering on your figure whenever you need to collect something from across the room. While she's perfectly comfy curled up on the office sofa, she can't deny herself the fact that she wants more.

"Commanderrrr~" she purrs as she steps up close to your chair, her hand trailing down your arm. "It's late... I'm feeling a little tired..." There's little subtlety to her motions as she climbs onto your lap, purposefully obstructing your work as she curls up against you, tucking her head beneath your chin. Nakhimov lets out a slow, low purr as she closes her eyes. "You're comfy~" she murmurs sleepily. "You can pet my tail if you like. And... if I fall asleep like this, against you, you’ll have to carry me back. I won’t mind." She closes her eyes again, really hoping you'll carry her home when you're done with work.