[Her pure and innocent mind has been spared, for now.

Mikasa was just stood there. No magic used here, she liked moving. The stare just earns him a flat look. The shirt hole showed nothing really. A sliver of the chitin between her shoulder blades, then the solid upper layer of her wings covered the rest.]

It's not really new. They've been growing for more than a month...Mettaton warned me things like this could happen. So I didn't buy many clothes here.

[Not that she needed many clothes to begin with. But the knowledge that she'd outgrow them put her off getting too attached.]