[Big, big bunny was being super, duper cute last night. My partner and I were sitting there trading Pokemon (I got Moon, she got Sun) and he hopped on over, put his chin on my shoe, and kept nudging my toes until I would reach down and pet him. Just tooooo cute! And oh god no you don't shave them! You brush them and use the hair that comes out from the brush. They shed like crazy! You ruin their fur for months if you shave them.]

It was, no matter how open the invitation could seem, an incredibly delicate subject. Such raised flesh carved in such elegant patterns had to have quite the story behind them and Charles got the distinct feeling that they were not done by the hand of someone completely above pain. So his words were chosen with care, his pace slowing to give them more time to speak.

"...where did they come from?" Charles finally asked, not wanting to put words into Kurt's mouth. Perhaps, by some good grace, he was wrong and they were something natural, however unnatural that might be, but he didn't want to suggest either how he might feel about them. This was something that needed, above all else from him, to not be judged.