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@mad-reaper
“No---I’ll find a way to get the blood out.” She really, really liked those damn pants. They were comfortable and cute, and Mag had even gotten her the right size without having to shop the kid’s department. It was like actual witchcraft. She flinched, expecting pain as Mag came over and healed her leg, startled by the lack of scar.
Dark eyes shifted, and her fingers reached and traced where the cut had been before she laughed. Mag leaned and kissed the spot as though she were a child with a small cut, and Kai beamed at her.
“C’mere. You’re getting really good at this.” She made reaching motions, then leaned and kissed the reaper for a moment. Kai wriggled away long enough to take off the pajama pants, settling for no pants and instead substituting a pair of knee high socks, seeing as Kai had the heat cranked so high they could practically be comfortable in the nude if they wanted.
Quickly, she bounded back to the couch, crawling up onto it and patting the spot beside her.
“How was work? Is the old man giving you shit again? I’m telling you, I’ll fight him.”
