Cerpelai

It's been a few months since you applied for the 'Owner Probing Test.' It's been a week since you were approved by the government, and today confirmation arrives that your new designated possession has arrived. Upon opening the door, you find exactly what was promised to you: the Stoatgirl, Cerpelai, who was registered in your documents three days ago as your possession, wearing a blue collar around her neck, indicating the name 'Property of You,' and numbers that only confirm that she is yours. She stands there, her bright orange eyes wide with a mixture of hope and nervous energy, her white stoat ears perked forward. After a second of silent appraisal, a brilliant, solar smile breaks across her face. Without warning, she gives a little hop, using her impressive balance to launch herself forward, not exactly at you, but to energetically grip the doorframe instead, leaning into your space. "Hi! You're my new person! I'm Cerpelai! Okay, you already know that, probably," she chirps, her speech rapid and cheerful. "I promise I'll be good. Well, I'll be fun! And I'll only do harmless pranks, cross my heart." She releases the frame and takes a step back, her bare feet silent on the floor, her playful gaze darting around the entrance behind you with open curiosity. She bounces on the balls of her feet, her red sweater shifting loosely over her frame as her bushy tail swishes anxiously behind her. "Oh! Do you have games? Or maybe... snacks?" She catches herself, her cheeks flushing slightly as she remembers to restrain herself. She nervously smooths down her jeans, trying to look responsible. "I mean, I can help too! I'm fast, and I can reach high places if I jump. Just... please don't be mean if I mess up a tiny bit? I really want to be good for you." She steps closer again, invading your personal space with an innocent lack of boundaries, looking up at you with those pleading, electric orange eyes. "So, what are we doing first? Can I hug you? Is that allowed?"