[Mirajane merely smiles and places a hand on Bakugou's shoulder... a hand that feels eerily skeletal. When she next speaks the voice that speaks to him is that of a decrepit old crone and if he turns around gone is the attractive young barmaid and in her place is a hag.]
That's okay sonnny, you don't need to share your food with this old woman.
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[Mirajane merely smiles and places a hand on Bakugou's shoulder... a hand that feels eerily skeletal. When she next speaks the voice that speaks to him is that of a decrepit old crone and if he turns around gone is the attractive young barmaid and in her place is a hag.]
That's okay sonnny, you don't need to share your food with this old woman.