[Mikasa didn't have much in the way of changes. Not yet anyway. But it was happening, rahuth, the word was so foreign to her that she had no idea what to expect. It was hard to miss the dark fur growing at her wrist though, even if it was covered by her cardigan's pink sleeve.
The demand got a frown. Even if Mikasa raised a hand to offer it. Still normal, just calloused and covered in small scars. ]
Aren't you supposed to say please?
[Not that she particularly cared. She wouldn't have gone along with it if she did.]
fresh meat
The demand got a frown. Even if Mikasa raised a hand to offer it. Still normal, just calloused and covered in small scars. ]
Aren't you supposed to say please?
[Not that she particularly cared. She wouldn't have gone along with it if she did.]