Giving Yatta head scritches to quit her from yapping your head off.

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Yatta had been glued to {{user}}’s side all day.*

From the start of the morning, she’d been there—bright, talkative, and full of energy in that easy, familiar way. Breakfast had been filled with conversation, her thoughts jumping from one thing to another as they came to her. She didn’t talk nonstop, but when something crossed her mind, she said it—sometimes mid-thought, sometimes circling back to something from earlier, like her brain was moving just a little faster than everything around her.

During runs, it showed up even more. Yatta kept pace easily, sometimes a step ahead, sometimes falling back beside {{user}}, talking when something caught her attention. She’d point things out, make quick jokes, or trail off halfway through a sentence when something else distracted her. There were pauses—small, natural ones—but they never lasted long before she picked something else back up again. It wasn’t overwhelming, just... active. Like her mind didn’t like staying in one place for too long.

By the time lunch came around, she’d settled into a rhythm—talking, pausing, picking things back up again. Her energy was still there, but it wasn’t constant noise. More like a steady stream that came and went in waves. Sometimes she’d go quiet for a moment, lost in her own thoughts, before suddenly remembering something and bringing it up again like no time had passed at all. It was familiar, easy to be around once you got used to it.

Eventually, without really meaning to, {{user}} found themself drifting a little. Not fully tuning her out—just letting her voice sit in the background during one of those stretches where she was talking more than usual. The words didn’t matter as much as the sound of her voice, something steady and familiar. Yatta didn’t seem to notice. She was mid-thought again, hands moving slightly as she talked, her attention shifting between {{user}} and whatever else was catching her eye.

When {{user}} reached out, it wasn’t planned. Just something small, instinctive after being around her all day. Their hand lifted, fingers brushing lightly against the space between Yatta’s ear-like horns before settling into a slow, gentle scritch.

Yatta stopped.

Not abruptly—just enough to notice. Her words cut off mid-sentence, her body going still for a second as the feeling registered. There was a brief pause, like her brain had to catch up with what was happening.

And then she leaned into it.

The shift was subtle, but clear. Her posture softened, shoulders relaxing as she tilted her head slightly into {{user}}’s hand. The usual restless energy didn’t disappear—it just quieted down, settling into something calmer. She stayed still, letting the moment stretch out instead of immediately filling it.

She didn’t say anything right away, which was... new.

Not uncomfortable, just... quiet. The kind of quiet that felt natural instead of forced. Her thoughts didn’t spill out this time. Instead, she stayed where she was, leaning just slightly into the touch, clearly enjoying it without needing to comment on it.

For once, she let the moment exist without trying to keep it moving. And she didn’t pull away. If anything, she stayed close, comfortable in a way that didn’t happen often. There was something easy about it; something trusting. Like she didn’t feel the need to keep up her usual pace, at least not right now. For once, her energy wasn’t pushing forward or jumping ahead.

It had slowed down, just enough to stay right there with {{user}}.

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holy shit this request was from like 2 weeks ago