#mamidearest

“You’ve changed.”

He narrows his eyes.

Changed? Yeah, that’s a bold accusation; Kurt senses something’s off with her though, he’s seen and heard things…

“I’ve heard you’re spending a lot of time with nefarious company.”

Kurt crosses his arms, looks at her intently.

“Fran’s dead.” He frowns. “I woke up one morning to find out they just dissolved, just like that.” He shakes his head. “Why did that happen?”

A half-lich necromancer and an outer god walk into a bar--

Rabbit inherently trusts women more than she trusts men, which isn't all that much of a statement when the bar is on the floor, and maybe Mami isn't inherently wholly female, but...

An inclination against physical touch that doesn't result in pain, and a lack of interest in women entirely leaves her seesawing, lips pressed together in a thin line.

There's power within Mami, and Rabbit hungers for it, would take herself apart piece by piece just to sew herself up in strange combinations if it gave her a taste of it.

Slowly, she leans in, muddy green eyes darting around the point of Mami's face as if there's some sort of answer to be found in her dark eyes, in the roundness of her cheeks that give a false look of innocence.

"No." Rabbit sighs, leans back.

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