I sighed.
This was what I got for rolling Mythical-tier. A hyperactive catgirl with dependency issues and apparently zero concept of personal boundaries.
But fuck it. Maki was Platinum-tier. That put her in the same category as my Protection from Arrows and Rockstar Made. Her lightning manipulation alone would be game-changing. Nine lives meant she was the ultimate safety net. And her enhanced agility... well, if she could move as fast as she'd just demonstrated by launching herself across the room, she'd be terrifying in combat.
The problem wasn't her power.
The problem was everything else about her.
I looked down at Maki, who was currently attempting to make herself comfortable on my lap while also somehow vibrating with barely contained energy. Her two tails swished behind her, occasionally smacking against my leg.
She needed regular stimulation to prevent destabilization.
Combat, food, or physical affection.
