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[A lot did happen. She's ripped a jackalope to shreds, and for a second she scratches at her arm. The fabric pulling up to show some chitin. Some chitin that wasn't in great condition, like it had touched something hot enough to melt the surface leaving the small imprints of claws. Where Mettaton's iron hands had grabbed her to stop her biting. Then there was Tataru... Who was fine with Mikasa biting her ear. Because the last time someone bit her, they'd nearly eaten her whole arm.]

I know...That's why I got a bond. [A monster one but still.] It's happened less since. [Bit it was still happening pretty often, as he'd seen.] I don't know many witches and they tend to be...Smarter. [RIP Tendou. But she didn't want a smart witch who'd be able to pick up on her feelings enough to question them, or control her through the bond.] I can think of two but they both already have bonds.

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[ Mikasa dresses quite modestly, so it's rare that he really gets to see much of her skin at all. He knows her changes are present and probably growing worse by the day, but there's no way for him to know the full brunt of it without seeing it all (and that's ... not an option). ]

What happened there ...? [ The small imprints visible on her chitin, he means. It looks like something that could have hurt, but he doesn't actually know how sensitive her exoskeleton-like outer layer is. ]

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[They seemed to grow in bursts. Eat during the month, stock up on energy, then use it all to grow more shell. The feeling of the chitin was weird. Where it was still growing down her arms, it itched. But where it had finished, her neck, her back, it just felt like where her fingernails connected. Same for how touch felt through it, like there was a thin layer between.

Mikasa wasn't sure how the imprint felt. She brought a hand up, fingers pressing against the indents. Her hands...Whoever had grabbed her was a lot larger, she could have fit two of her fingers in the space where one of their's had pressed. Even Jean's hand would have been too small. She wilts, antenna drooping. But she doesn't hold back, only hesitating as she thinks of the words.]

I attacked Mettaton, he's made of metal so it burnt me when he pushed me back. It would have been a lot worse if I'd managed to bite him.

[If just a few seconds started to melt through her chitin...]