[The door will open eventually, though not without something of a production on the other side first; it's obvious Cumore is there, you can just hear a quiet "Koko- Koko, no" followed by the briefest of pauses, and then there's something of a very muted scuffle before the door is open and Cumore is there and he's holding his cat, and as usual it looks like it's sort of a miracle he's not getting dragged over by the fluffbeast, given that he's back to seeming very fragile while the cat is still approximately the size of a small child.

...Hi.]

It's been a little while since we've had visitors, I suppose she wanted to see who it is - well, don't just stand there, do come in.