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“Rem, has anyone ever painted your nails?”
Rem cocks her head curiously at her human, lip tilted up slightly with amusement. “I can’t say they have.”
Misa scoffs with disbelief. “Well I need to fix that immediately!” Misa pats the bed beside her and Rem reluctantly sits beside her. She rummages through her collection and pulls out a dark red polish, gently taking Rem’s claw gently in her palm and painting over them with the thick paint.
“Oh, it just pops on you,” Misa says. She hums softly to herself as she continues to paint Rem’s claws and Rem stares enraptured at the young woman. When she finishes, she takes in her work proudly with a bright grin. “You’re beautiful, Rem.”
Rem ducks her head, eyes averted. If she had blood coursing through veins like Misa, her cheeks would have flushed. “You can’t mean that.”
“Of course I do,” Misa says. “I’d never lie to you. Not about something like that.”
“Truly?”
Misa frowns lopsidedly. “Rem. You’ve gotta see how beautiful you are.”
Speechless, Rem shakes her head in disagreement. “I don’t see how you do.”
Misa kneels at the edge of her bed, taking Rem’s face in her palms. She traces her cheekbones with her thumb and then traces down to her lips. “I don’t see how you don’t.” Her breath ghosts against Rem’s lips. She doesn’t kiss Rem, they aren’t there yet, but she smiles so close to her own. Finally she pulls away and Rem knows if she had a heart it would be racing.
No other being had ever made Rem feel this way. Like their souls are bonded, connected across life and death, human and God.
“I have to do mine to match,” Misa says. “C’mon. Maybe one day you can do mine.”
And she’s back to humming to herself, leaving Rem to watch her with reverence and awe.