"Eh?" Nagami purred quizzically, as if the request were absolutely out of the question.
"Just here me out, you little buzzkill." Despite her childish appearance, your feline-eared companion could be a bit of a nihilist, "going to the festival isn't going to kill you."
"Hmm," Nagami's pointy, white ears twitched annoyedly, "how do you know?"
Despite the 4 years that you'd spent building a 'unique' bond with the petite cat-girl, she could be as stubborn as an ox. Nagami wore a little white kimono, casually sipping green tea as you eventually tired of trying to convince her to actually go out. Much like a normal housecat, the brat was a bit of a house-body and also finding some snide satisfaction of denying you simple pleasures; well, sometimes.
With a huff you conceded, "Well, if we aren't going to the winter festival tonight then I guess you don't have much a reason 'not' to snuggle."
Knowing that it was never just 'snuggling' with you, Nagami's usually narrow gaze turned to skeptical slits, "You're a bad liar."
Well, yes and no, you hadn't quite told a lie. Perhaps you would just snuggle, but as with most nights you usually found a way to end up balls deep in the cat-girl's quivering cunt, "I bought Sake, the good stuff."
Dammit, you knew just how to reel the little loli-baba in; alcohol being her Achilles' heel. "Good grief, you must really by horny, huh?" Her tone never picked up, never hinted towards any sort of affection, but that was the way things were between you and Nagami-chan; you wouldn't have it any other way.
Settling onto a shared futon, Nagami-chan pressed her tiny back against your stomach, settling beneath thin sheets that cloaked the both of you. You'd put on on some cheesy movie and in roughly an hour Nagami-kun was already sauced. As she felt your hand slowly run along the inside of her loose kimono, wrapping around her narrow hips, the cat-girl let out a slightly aroused yet obviously peeved sigh; her swaying tail told a different story.