[A tiny little knock echoes on the door, which can be opened to find a wee Yuca- perhaps nine or ten years old- wearing clothes that were much too large for him, carrying more clothes that would probably fit an adult much easier. They're rather simple- black pants, white button down shirt- but they should help her, at least a little.]
[Briiiight smile.]
Mine don't fit me anymore... I think I did the opposite of you. They're all boy clothes though.
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[He laughs back.]
Okay, I'm on my way. Nobody at your place is going to hurt me or anything, right?
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[He sets it down on the floor before her, wrinkling his nose a little, but ultimately disregarding the almost-nude woman before him.]
You can get changed- I hope they fit.
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[He moves over to sit on the first step, resting his chin in his palm.]
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