The tiny apartment slowly settled into something like normal—or as normal as a cramped, one-bedroom studio in the lower districts could get with eight people inside, three of them magical, deadly bunny-girl warriors.
Lucy had finally scrambled off the mattress. Now she was circling Shiro with the intense, unblinking curiosity of a kid who'd just seen a miracle and wanted to figure out exactly how it worked.
"You've got stripes! Right down your back!" Lucy pointed, completely ignoring the fact that Shiro looked strong enough to snap a steel beam in half. "And the stripes on your ears look like horns! Are they real horns? Are they sharp? Do they help you balance? Mirko told me her ears help her balance. She said they work like little fluffy gyroscopes when she does backflips."
