she stretches up from her spot in front of the TV, exposing her armpits, the smell of stale sweat suddenly assaulting your nostrils. You don’t think she’s changed in a week… upon noticing you, she smiles softly, and stands up, taking you in her arms

“Hey, kitty. Has my kitty been good..? No more self harm? Have you honoured your Bunny’s wishes and stopped that crap?”

she frowns, rolling up your sleeves to search for fresh cuts. She doesn’t see any, so smiles again, pulling you down to sit