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~3:15 PM
Alone in the room now that Yozak has left, she struggles to drag a chair up next to the bed that Yuuri rests in. Red-faced and panting she finally succeeds. She's about to drop into the chair, when she glances down and notices that the dress she wears is rumpled and still stiff with dried blood at the collar. The roughness has chafed her neck, and since this is her room, she thinks that maybe she will find something she can wear.
Opening the closet, she stares, not knowing which clothes are hers. She begins to dig through the garments, then stops, fingers stilling on black fabric. It's then that she notices that everything in the closet is made for men, nothing feminine at all. Glancing back the bed where Yuuri sleeps, her brow furrows thoughtfully. From what she'd been told, she had been caught up in the gender switch, so she would expect her own clothes to be male, but... Yuuri's as well? She had assumed, upon learning that Yuuri was her fiance, that if she were really a man, Yuuri was a woman. Why were there no signs that a woman shared this room?
Frowning curiously, she moves to the dresser, sliding open a drawer. Maybe Yuuri's clothes are here instead? Again, there is nothing made for a woman here. The closest she comes is several pink nightgowns, which seem vastly out of place.
Sighing, she finally finds a well-worn shirt stuffed into the back of a drawer that might fit. She tugs the blue and white fabric over her head, making a small face as she notices that even this is tight across her chest. But, it isn't unbearable, and she is tired of searching. After that, she pulls on blue pants that have to be rolled up repeatedly to keep her from tripping on them, and cinched tight at the waist with a belt to hold them up.
Still barefoot, she pads quietly back across the room and settles into the chair. Lingering tiredness makes her long to curl up in the bed, but she wants to be awake in case Yuuri should need something.
Catching back a yawn, she pulls her legs up onto the seat of the chair, and rests her cheek against the back, face turned toward Yuuri. Somehow, watching the sleeping girl is comforting and feels familiar.
After a few minutes of this, she notices that Yuuri has begun to shift restlessly, making small sounds of distress. She sits up straighter in the chair, watching nervously.
[Continued here.]
Alone in the room now that Yozak has left, she struggles to drag a chair up next to the bed that Yuuri rests in. Red-faced and panting she finally succeeds. She's about to drop into the chair, when she glances down and notices that the dress she wears is rumpled and still stiff with dried blood at the collar. The roughness has chafed her neck, and since this is her room, she thinks that maybe she will find something she can wear.
Opening the closet, she stares, not knowing which clothes are hers. She begins to dig through the garments, then stops, fingers stilling on black fabric. It's then that she notices that everything in the closet is made for men, nothing feminine at all. Glancing back the bed where Yuuri sleeps, her brow furrows thoughtfully. From what she'd been told, she had been caught up in the gender switch, so she would expect her own clothes to be male, but... Yuuri's as well? She had assumed, upon learning that Yuuri was her fiance, that if she were really a man, Yuuri was a woman. Why were there no signs that a woman shared this room?
Frowning curiously, she moves to the dresser, sliding open a drawer. Maybe Yuuri's clothes are here instead? Again, there is nothing made for a woman here. The closest she comes is several pink nightgowns, which seem vastly out of place.
Sighing, she finally finds a well-worn shirt stuffed into the back of a drawer that might fit. She tugs the blue and white fabric over her head, making a small face as she notices that even this is tight across her chest. But, it isn't unbearable, and she is tired of searching. After that, she pulls on blue pants that have to be rolled up repeatedly to keep her from tripping on them, and cinched tight at the waist with a belt to hold them up.
Still barefoot, she pads quietly back across the room and settles into the chair. Lingering tiredness makes her long to curl up in the bed, but she wants to be awake in case Yuuri should need something.
Catching back a yawn, she pulls her legs up onto the seat of the chair, and rests her cheek against the back, face turned toward Yuuri. Somehow, watching the sleeping girl is comforting and feels familiar.
After a few minutes of this, she notices that Yuuri has begun to shift restlessly, making small sounds of distress. She sits up straighter in the chair, watching nervously.
[Continued here.]