Of Partnerships and Part Time Jobs (Open, Rated M)

(This thread follows shortly after the events of the thread "An Ever So Eventful Walk Home")

To say the last month of Raicheal's life had been eventful would be an understatement of the greatest kind. From being rescued by the DWMA and nursed back to health to enrolling in a strange new school and meeting such wonderfully caring people, Raicheal’s life had truly changed from that of the torture and abuse she once knew. However, These wonderful changes were the farthest thing from her mind as the events of the past week loomed over her like a dark cloud. The mystery man's threats and the meeting with his associate yesterday were still weighing heavily on her mind. She was having trouble figuring out what to do because while his associate did her best to make Raicheal feel better and in some ways she did, the mystery man’s threats still hung in the air and no amount of comfort was going to change that. However, the thing that was hurting her the most right now was the fact that the one person she wanted to tell this all to the most but couldn't under the mystery man’s threat of death was sitting right across the table from her. Raicheal glanced up from the herbal green tea she had been staring into for the past few minutes and across the cafe table to the one who got it for her, Ms. Exagora, School therapist and the person who saved her from the hell she once lived in. She wasn't entirely sure why Ms. Exagora had brought her to this cafe for their second therapy session but from what she could gather it was to talk about finding her a Meister so her weapon form could be used at its fullest. She would be lying if she didn't say the idea both scared and excited her, after all she had a similar feeling when she headed to the dorms for the first time and it was there that she met her roommate and best friend, Chicory. Raicheal's face formed a sort of weary smile at the thought of her friend, in such a short time the two had bonded so much even if a lot of it was caused by the mystery man's threats. Chicory was the only person other than Ms. Exagora and the school nurses that knew of her past, something she couldn't entirely say that she was upset about. After all, Chicory had accepted what had happened to her and still cared about her which was something Raicheal was not used to happening. She had been a great source of support for her in the past week and deep down Raicheal wished she could be as strong as both Chicory and Ms. Exagora seemed to be. Raicheal then took a sip of her now cooled tea and let the flavor hit her taste buds and the warm liquid heat her throat. It had been five year since she last had a cup of herbal tea, the last time being a cup her Grandma had brewed because of how cold and damp of a day it had been. Raicheal's face fell considerably at the thought of her Grandma, that day was just two days before her death and Raicheal's kidnapping. It was a wound that still had not healed for her. She was the only one that cared for Raicheal back then and in the blink of an eye she was gone. Now, she had two people who not only cared for her but she cared for them equally as much. However, it was also because of her that both of their lives were being threatened. Raicheal finished sipping her tea and sighed a little, How many people were going to be put in harm's way because of her. She glanced back at Ms. Exagora and then quickly away again before taking another sip of her tea. Maybe, She will tell her all about this one day and ask for forgiveness for keeping this a secret but as it stood right now, she would have to do what little she could to keep both her and Chicory safe for as long as possible.

OCC: There you go. Things to note. Raicheal would look a little more anxious and tired than usual. Also, she would be wearing the outfit described in her app having brought it in a thread that has yet to happen. You can note on both.

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With a ring of the bell and the distinctive click of heels on a floor, Scadia entered the quaint little Café. Her usual dress was replaced with one of a simple elegance. It was black with no decorative lace or stitching, and stayed up with a open back halter top strap. The skirt was cut at an angle so that the high end was close to her right knee with the long end dropping to the left. Though she did not look around, she could feel many of the eyes lock onto her as she entered, but Scadia has long since been used to the feeling. Walking to the counter with a slight strut, She ordered a black tea infused with peach before moving to a small table of her own. She sat within her own world until her tea arrived, upon which Scadia decided to finally look around the little café. It was not as crowed as it normally was, though Scadia had arrived later than she usually would. A few of the faces belonged to regulars but there was one she recognized despite never seeing her here before. Ms. Exagora was here, and, judging by the antics and poise of the person sitting across form her, with another student. This one seemed interesting, and with Ms. Exagora taking an high interest to personally bring her somewhere else, the student must have had some devastating past. Not that it was unique, Scadia thought with a dull ache moving across her right eye, as her scar decided to act up.

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Is this still a thing?

I am not sure, I was waiting for Vel to post but I haven't hear from him since the Saturday after Christmas. Have you heard anything from him?

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I haven't, though most of the people I socialized with on site are no longer active.

Bummer, I am not sure what to do, This was this was supposed to be a intro post for my char's Meister that Vel was playing without Vel i have not clue what happens next.

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Can have the counselor recognize my character from the school and have her introduce ours.

Yeah, that could work. That way if Vel ever ever posts he can just take it from here. Quick question so I know your chat is from the school. You are a student right? I read a little of your chars app but I don't know if you and Vel's Char have a RP history. Is the any particular reason she know you or would it just be because she has seen you around the school.

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Hmmm, mt character enrolled with a very obvious injury, so ill say she had mandatory counseling. So there connection.

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Ooc: Would you guys mind if I join? I really need to roleplay.

I don't see why not Ark, It is a open Thread. We were just discussing what to do because Vel was supposed to be on this thread with me when I started it but him didn't post and me and Thatguy were trying to figure out how to get around the fact that I started the thread with his char here. But we figured out what to do and will be starting the RP back up, so go ahead and jump in.

Atticus has been through quite a bit of a change ever since he joined up with the DWMA. This change ended up altering the way many people viewed him ever since the day he chased down a Witch that was stirring up some trouble in Death City. It was already obvious that he wouldn't be able to actually compete in a fight with her. In fact, Atticus simply thought that he would most likely die if he attempted to combat her. Atticus however was incredibly comfortable with the idea of his own death, undeterred to continue his pursuit. Unfortunately, death was not what was coming for him. Instead, he find himself inside the very body of the Witch he was chasing. He, now she, was forced to live out the rest of her life as a girl. Individuals associated with the DWMA claimed that they would put on an endless search to locate his body and the Witch that somehow managed to run off with it but that couldn't guarantee that she would ever have it back. This problem only added on to his current mental issues that he was trying to work out with Ms. Exagora.

Speaking of Ms. Exagora, Atticus was at least somewhat glad for the fact that Ms. Exagora was helping him through these very difficult times he was currently facing. She was the school's only psychiatrist but she always seemed to professionally deal with any student's problems whenever they needed it. Recently however at one of their scheduled meetings, Ms. Exagora proposed that he should begin searching for a Weapon. Not because she felt it was essential for him to start hunting Kishins, Witches, and everything else of the like. Instead, Ms. Exagora wished for him to find a partner so that he would be able to connect with others better than he did with herself or any other officials within the DWMA. The main issue that Exagora was stressing Atticus with, was the fact that he needed to feel comfortable connecting with others his own age. After Ms. Exagora explained this to him, he was told that she would soon approach him with a potential partner in the very near future.

Little did he know, Atticus would find Ms. Exagora and his potential partner within Death Bucks Café where he had been working at for quite sometime. Speaking of which, ever since Atticus' sudden gender swap, his employer had asked him to trade in his waiter attire for the standard waitress's attire which consisted of a diabolically short skirt that he would grow to despise. The whole git-up he was forced to wear, only intensified his hatred for his current situation. Despite, he would preserve and continue to work here because he found that weren't many other open occupations around.

Moving onwards, Atticus had entered the Café through the back entrance so he wasn't quite able to catch sight of Ms. Exagora and Raicheal until he made his way towards the front of the café, behind the counter.

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Sophia Exagora sat across the table from Rachael, dressed in causal clothing since she wasn't at work in the Academy. She wore short jean shorts and a yellow tank top that fell down to only her midriff. Some people could hardly believe that this was the same psychiatric instructor from the DWMA, seeing that her casual clothing great contrasted her business professional black blouse and gray skirt. Despite her causal attire however, she truly was still hard at work, preparing Raicheal to meet her soon to be partner. "I know meeting someone new is a bit outside of your comfort zone Raicheal but I must say that I'm impressed at how well off you have gotten with your friend Chicory.", Sophia credited Raicheal before flashing a warm and somewhat calming smile. "I will just like to let you know however that there are also other people that could find interacting with others a bit alarming as well. It might not be because they are actually terrified of the person they're meeting. Instead it could be that they simply feel insecure about themselves on their part. I believe this could be the case with someone I'm about introduce you to."

And so, as if by magic, Atticus approach them with Sophia's coffee right after she had spoken of him. "Hi Ms... Exagora, I believe this is your... Coffee.", he told her with a weak and quiet voice that was just a bit above a whisper. He was still getting use to his new feminine voice.

Sophia slowly turned towards Atticus, a bit questionable about if she was called due to the new quiet nature in his voice. When her eyes locked with his, it took her just a bit to recognize him due to him possessing an all new body. Nevertheless, she eventually would and she would then politely nod her head, showing a silent sign of thanks before taking her coffee and saying, "He's here Raicheal. Hello Atticus, it's a pleasure to find you here and please feel free to call me Sophia, we're no longer at the Academy." She then proceeded to stir up the foam picture of a skull that rested on the top of her her coffee before taking a sip. Atticus simply nodded, agreeing to now refer to her as Sophia instead of her professional title. "Raicheal I'd like you to meet Atticus, Atticus, this is Raicheal. I'm hoping that you two can talk to each and end up wanting to be partners. If either you feel uncomfortable about each other, please make it clear clear. I don't want to force you both into a partnership. Anyways, Atticus, I have spoken with your manager and he has given you permission to chat to take an hour and thirty-minute. Please use this time to get better acquainted with Raicheal. If either of you need me, I'll be with past patient over there.", she said before pointing to Scadia who sat in a table of her own. With that, she took her coffee and took a seat across from Scadia. ""Hiya Scadia, remember me?", she asked, offering a single hand.

Atticus took the seat Sophia was using, thankful that he was now on a break but he was still nervous because he would have to take part in a conversation with someone he never knew before. With a gulp, he readjusted his skirt as he sat down said with a bit more confident, but still alien to him, voice, "It's very nice to meet you Raicheal, I'm sorry to say that... Conversing with others isn't my particular talent. Especially given my current circumstances."

((OOC: I am so very, very sorry for the long wait I have put you all through. I had been doing home improvements with my family the entire Christmas break and ever since then I had been studying relentlessly for my School's finals. I've had little room for break, much less to write this entire post but I will promise to be more active from now on. I hope that everyone included in this thread would please excuse my absence and forgive me. Thank you all.))

Raicheal sat quietly sipping her tea as she listened to what Miss. Exagora was saying and try to focus less on what she was wearing. It was not that Raicheal didn't think it was a nice outfit, It was just that she never thought that she would see anyone, especially Miss. Exagora, wearing something that seemed so...short. Than again, who was she to judge. After all, she had been put in far less and more often than not just left in the nip because the gang didn't want to waste good gear on her unless she was in front of a camera or a client. Raicheal frowned as her mind wandered back to the cell she had lived in all but a month ago and how cold the stone floor always felt on her bare skin. She was never allowed to wear clothing in her cell. Partly because the gang would say that her and the others where no better than animals and should be treated as such. Mostly because it was easier to have them that way in case if one of the gang members suddenly felt like shagging. All and All, she have become so used to it that clothing became foreign, something she was just teased with only to have it ripped right back off her. One of Raicheal's hands had unconsciously drifted to her lap and was slightly gripping the smooth material, which made the long pleated skirt she was wearing. To most people clothing was a necessity, something they had always had but to her It was a luxury that she was still getting use to.

It was at this point that Raicheal was snapped out of her thoughts by the sudden approach of another person. Raicheal looked up from her tea to spy a small girl with long brown hair and light grey eyes wearing what appeared to be a Bunny Girl costume with a Short skirted Maid's outfit on top of it. She was standing there with a tray and cup of coffee in hand as Raicheal sat there staring at the table so as not to make it look liked she was staring at the girl. It was not that the girl didn't look good in the outfits. It was just that she was made to wear both of them in the past and seeing them didn’t bring back good memories. She then heard her speak in a quiet voice and after a few seconds Miss. Exagora started introducing her as the person she wanted Raicheal to meet, though for some reason she called her “he”. Raicheal looked up a little as Miss Exagora started saying that she wanted them to talk and that she wasn't going to force them to be partners. She than grabbed her coffee and then got up and walked across the Cafe to another table as the Girl who she now knew went by the name of Atticus sat down at the table.

Not wanting to be rude to her, Raicheal sat up a little to look across the table at Atticus who looked just as uncomfortable as her. She glanced off the side of the table in an effort to make things more comfortable for them as Atticus introduced herself and then told Raicheal that she wasn't very good at talking. Raicheal looked back at her and saw the sad look on her face when she mentions some set of circumstances that had happened to her. She bit her lip a little as she took a deep breath and gathered all of her courage before speaking.

"N-Nice to m-m-meet yo-you A-A-Att-Atticus." Raicheal stuttered in a shy and quiet tone of voice as she smiled wearily "I-I-It's ok. I-I'm n-n-not the b-best at bl-bla-blather wi-with ot-oth-other peo-people."

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Her tea already in hand, Scadia initially ignored the woman siting across from her. Instead, she sipped on the fresh herbal tea, savoring the flavor as it moved across her tongue. She personally loved the peach taste, and only after drinking mouthful did she return her attention to the counselor. Tea cup returned to its saucer, Scadia accepted the offered hand, and replied in a very curt manner, "Yes, I do." The witch did not like the therapist. Part of this was because the sessions were mandatory by the school, her scar saw to that; Part of this was because despite being near peers by her supposed age, she had over a decade on the woman; The largest reason for Scadia, was that in the brief interactions and conversations, Ms. Exagora had not proven herself to the witch. Pleasantries aside, Scadia returned her gaze to the two girls conversing at the other table. Ms. Exagora clearly planned for the two to meet, and Scadia wanted to know why the therapist was putting in so much effort. As she looked closer, her brow furrowed slightly. The waitress seemed familiar, face-wise, though the antics were completely off of almost anyone she knew.

Atticus' eyes dilated slightly as he listened to Raicheal take a deep breath. Her speech came out very shakily due to her constantly stuttering. It was obvious that Raicheal was having a much more difficult time chatting with him than Atticus was with her. This sudden realization sadden Atticus deeply. 'I'm being selfish.', he thought before quickly coming to the conclusion that he should strive even harder to come off as more cheerful and confident. Wallowing in his own misery and expecting others to help him emotionally all the time, simply wasn't fair when there was clearly others that felt this way as well. Immediately, Atticus held up his, now very small, hand to his mouth and cleared his voice. He mimicked Raicheal, sitting up straight before flashing Raicheal a radiant and lively smile. Sure this joy may not have been Atticus' genuine emotion at the moment but he felt that he had to act it to lessen Raicheal's nerves.

"I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to discourage you or anything.", he began with a much clearer tone than before. "I know that talking may not be our strong suis but I don't want to give you the idea that I'm not interested about chatting with you. What I really mean is that I was... Just surprised that Ms. Exagora would pick now of all times to introduce me to you when I'm at work. Although, I must admit that receiving a break this early is very nice.", Atticus said before he gave what could be mistaken as a half-hearted laugh by some. "Anyways... It's nice to meet you Raicheal. Have you been able to pick up any other jobs here in Death City?", Atticus asked, hoping that asking Raicheal questions would help move their conversation a bit further.

Sophia was a bit dumbfounded by Scadia's long pause but she did quickly brush it off once she finally did reply to her. Unfortunately Sophia found that Scadia paid her little attention, seeming engrossed in observing her other two patients, Raicheal and Atticus. To this, Sophia simply giggled and proceeded to converse with her through a series of questioning. "It seems to me that you've got your eyes on my other patients. Perhaps I'm right? If so, what exactly is it that you want to know about them? Do you know anything of them personally?"

Raicheal was taken slightly aback at the sudden shift in Atticus's demeanor but was glad to see that she was feeling a little more comfortable. She smiled a little as Atticus talked and joked with her. Things were going well up to the point where Atticus asked Raicheal if she had picked up any jobs in her time here. It was at that point that Raicheal's smile dropped and her eyes became a tad fear stricken.

"J-j-j-j-jo-jo-jo-job-jobs?” She said with a small note of panic and sadness hinted in her shrinking voice. "No I-I-I hav-haven't! I do-don-don't wa-want to d-do tho-those k-kin-kinds of j-j-jo-jobs ev-ev-ever an-again!" She had done enough of those "jobs" in the past five years to last her a lifetime. Images of her being beaten, tormented and used flooded her mind while the ever mocking voices of the gang members told her that it was "All part of her job" began to ring in her ears. Her breathing increased as her body started to shake a little; in the back of her mind she knew she needed to calm herself before a full on panic attack took hold of her. She reached down and hurriedly grabbed her cup of tea thinking that drinking it would help calm her. However, her hands were shaking so much that as she tried to bring the cup to her lips it slipped from her grasp and spilled all over her clothing and shattered upon impact with the floor.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll clean it up! Please don't be angry!” She said in a panic as she quickly got some napkins off the table and dropped to the floor. She than started to desperately try to clean up the spilled tea and broken bits of china from the floor whilst paying no attention to the liquid that was slowly seeping into her clothes.

OCC: I am sooooooo sorry for the long wait, my schoolwork has been kicking my butt and I only just started this semester! :(

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Scadia watched the exchange between the two young students with a curious eye. The longer she looked at the one in a uniform, the more familiar the face became. As for the other girl, she seemed a nervous wreck. Her ears being a higher quality than others, Scadia was able to eaves drop quite easily. Not bothering to glance back at the erratic therapist, Scadia still graced her with conversation. "I wonder what is so.. special you would see to them outside your office." The witch stirred her tea absentmindedly as she spoke, drinking a mouthful when she paused. "Though why you also have a continued interest in me is another mystery."

She stopped speaking just in time to see the nervous girl completely shatter her cup, the hot tea going through the entire fabric of her clothes. She wasn't entirely sure, but it almost seemed as if the thought of work and jobs set her off. Definitely an obscure triggerword, but something clearly is associated with those tasks. Scadias vision drifted back toward the other girl, as something with her face was just so familiar. Though considering how much time she has had amoung humans, this familiarity was pointing towards witches.

Exagora listened to Scadia's question and couldn't help but giggle very slightly. She then answered her with, "It's not that there is anything special about them... Well I guess others may beg a differ when it comes to any patients I have anyways, but that's besides the point. Why I decided to see them both outside of my office is because I don't mind taking a little more time out of my life to ensure that my patients receive the best treatment for their mental conditions. I take pleasure in knowing that I am able to make the lives of others just a little bit happier. In fact, I would gladly see any of my patients outside of school hours if I'm certain that it would indeed help them out in the long run. As for why I continue to show interest in you is very much the same. I like checking in on my patients to see if they are truly happy and satisfied with the treatments I have given them. If they aren't than I'm perfectly willing to see them again for another session." Exagora then heard Raicheal begin to freak out so she quickly written down something on a piece of paper, folded it up, and placed it in front of Scadia. She then quickly rushed over to Raicheal to comfort her.

Atticus tilted his head in confusion when Raicheal spoke in a shrinking yet very panicky voice. He couldn't believe that such a question could arise such an offended reaction. He really didn't want her to be acting like this but he saw very little that he could really do to help in this current predicament. Eventually things seemed to have settled down but Raicheal proceeded to take a drink from her glass only to spill tea all over herself and the floor, breaking the glass itself on the floor. The shattering sound made Atticus jump back in his chair, eventually leading him to completely fall backwards and bang the back of his head against the ground. He winced in pain, rolled out of the chair, and held the side of his head that throbbed terribly. He then looked over to Raicheal once again who literally dropped to the floor that was covered with broken glass in a desperate attempt to clean up the mess she had made. Atticus could only rush towards her and grasp each of her arms firmly, lifting up onto her feet while shouting, "Just CALM down!" He then took a deep breath, released her, and proceeded with, "I'm really sorry but... You're only going to cut yourself up with the glass when you're in such a panic."

It was then that Sophia rushed to Raicheal and hugged her in comforting manner, asking, "What on Earth is going on over here, what did he do to you Raicheal?" Atticus quickly recognized that she was referring to him and his mouth dropped as he realized how he just treated Raicheal, guilt quickly building up inside of him.

Raicheal was on her knees desperately trying to clean the mess she had created as the tears streaming from her eyes added to the mess as they mixed with the tea. Than her arms were suddenly grabbed and she was forcefully pulled to her feet which caused her to lets out a loud "EEEEEEP". She was sudden face to face with Atticus who had pulled her up and yelled at her to calm down. However, that wasn’t the part that shocked her, no, the thing that shocked her the most was the look in Atticus’s eyes. Her eyes were not angry as Raicheal thought they would be but rather they sported a look of concern. Atticus than let go of her arms as they fell to her side as Atticus than apologized and then said that she was worried about Raicheal cutting herself on the glass. Raicheal stood there in shock, the thought that this person she just met was more worried about her than the mess she caused was...strange. In the past, she would have been beaten by now for something like this but just like many other times before, the people she had met in this town seemed to always amaze her with their kindness. Her thoughts were cut short when Miss. Exagora ran up and hugged her in an effort to comfort her and started asking her what he did to her. Raicheal was confused for a moment but as soon as she saw Atticus's face she knew what Miss Exagora was talking about. She than did something completely out of character for her and with all her strength pushed Miss Exagora a little to break the hug causing her teacher to quickly take a step back to regain her footing. Raicheal then looked up at Miss Exagora with a strange mixture of concern and fire in her tear stained eyes.

"It's not Atticus's fault Miss Exagora, so don't blame her!" She said loudly in a defensive tone. ”It was my fault. I had one of my episodes and started to panic. If Atticus hadn't acted like she did I would still be on the floor panicking." Raicheal then turned her head to look at Atticus and give her a grateful look and a small smile. However, it was at this point that Raicheal finally took notice of the tea that had soaked her clothes as it started to run down her legs.

 "I-Is th-there somewhere I-I could g-go to cl-clean myself...th-the tea is sta-starting to d-dry." She said as her quiet stuttering tone returned and a small blush spread across her face.

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lost in her own theories as to who this person might be, witch or otherwise, Scadia did not notice immediately that Miss Exagora had placed a piece of paper. It did not lay long, before the paper in front of her caught the witches attention. Removing her attention from the young girls, and the therapist had decided to intervene anyway, the meister reached out and slowly picked up the folded paper. The details written down was a phone number, and, as much as Scadia could depict, Miss Exagora's personal effect as apposed to her work extension. She folded the paper and slipped it into her brassiere, as her outfit had no pockets to speak of, and returned to her tea. She was not going to interfere in the current affair between the threesome of ladies a table over, and with the debacle that had just occurred, it did not seem like it would last much longer. She might follow this affair if it lasted, but the current mood seemed bent on having her pay for tea, and then leave.

Sophia felt Raicheal quickly break off the hug that she attempted to give her, causing Sophia to stumble back a bit. Sophia however was able to catch herself, preventing herself from falling back. Before she knew it, Raicheal barked at her, switching out her shy and gentle demeanor for a new bolder and courageous one. One would think that Sophia would find this to be very insulting but Sophia didn't show any signs of it. Instead she was very glad that Raicheal was already capable of creating a bond with Atticus in such a short amount of time. One strong enough to cause Raicheal to defend him against their own therapist. Not only did they bond, Raicheal had become a little bit more sure of herself as a result. Quickly afterwards though, Sophia understood that she owed a certain somebody a genuine apology. She turned to Atticus and cleared her throat before saying, "I'm sorry that I was quick to accuse you of anything Atticus. I hope you don't thing any less of me for it."

Raicheal's sudden uproar in his defense, actually came as a huge surprise to Atticus. It meant that she actually knew what he was trying do when he was trying to pry her off of the floor below. Then Atticus heard Sophia somewhat accusing him for Raicheal's somewhat erratic behavior, which to him, wasn't too far fetch. In the past, Atticus had gotten himself in a number of fights that were really quite bloody. Atticus wanted nothing more but to put all that behind him but the danger he could pose really should be monitored. "It's ok... I know that it really didn't look too good. But... I really think we should get Raicheal out of those soaking clothes.", he said while nodding his head over to Raicheal, wondering if she probably brought a change of clothes.

"O-o-out o-of th-them?" She said as the blush spread further across her face.

"bu-but t-t-this is th-the on-only ou-out-outfit I o-o-own." She wasn’t exaggerating either, other than the shirt and sweatpants the nurses gave her, these clothes were all that she owned. Of course, this meant she had to clean them everyday but she didn't mind the chore. Besides, there was little else she could do with her limited funds plus she liked this outfit it made her feel...safe. However, at the moment, with the tea running ever so further down her legs and starting to soak into her underwear... she didn't really have a choice.

"I do-don't hav-have an-any-anything e-else to w-wear but I ne-ne-need t-t-t-o cha-chan-change...i-it's st-sta-starting to s-s-s-so-so-soa-soak in-into m-my u-u-un-und-under-underwa-underware." Raicheal said quietly as her body fidgeted uncomfortably and her face turned fully red.

OCC: Sorry if I jumped you Thatguy, wasn't sure is you bowed out or not

Sophia could only frown and put a finger to her chin as she tried to concentrate and think of something Raicheal could wear. She could unfortunately think of nothing due to being too far away from the nurse's office to get her a new pair of clothes. She could just go out and buy Raicheal something but doing that would take too long and allow the rest of Raicheal's underwear to become seriously soaked. An completely uncomfortable position to be in. Seeing Raicheal fidget and blush so brightly only made Sophia feel even worse for being unable to help her in her current predicament. It was then that she came to the realization that Raicheal could simply wear one of the matching uniforms Atticus had. "Hey Atticus, aren't there any other uniforms in the back that Raicheal could wear?"

Atticus had been blushing the entire time, emphasizing with Raicheal's embarrassment and discomfort. Upon hearing Sophia's suggestion, he nodded his head to affirm that they indeed have a few spare. He rushed into the back of the café before returning with hanger that held the skimpy outfit designed by Spirit Albarn himself. He promptly handed it to Raicheal before mouthing the words 'Sorry'.

Raicheal took the outfit from Atticus and frowned a little at the horribly despicable length of the skirt but it was the only option she had. Leaving Atticus and Miss. Exagora to themselves for a few moments, Raicheal carefully made her way to the bathroom as to not cause the tea to soak into her underwear any more than it had. Once inside she proceeded to grab a handful of paper towels, wet a few of them and than walk into a stall and lock it. Once inside she took off her tea soaked clothes and clean the dried tea off her legs with the wet paper towels. Raicheal frowned sadly as she cleaned herself. This wasn't the first time she had to do something like this in a public restroom but she has had to clean far worst fluids than tea off of herself. With the tea all cleaned and her underwear somewhat dry, she began to dress herself in the uniform. The first thing she noticed was that for however long the skirt looked, it felt a hundred times shorter. She carefully reached down and grabbed her wet clothes before walking out of the stall and exiting the bathroom. She timidly walked back to Atticus and Miss. Exagora now wearing the uniform. She stood there, one arm wrapped around the bundle that was her clothes and the other desperately holding down the front of the skirt. Now without her long clothing, everyone could see the numerous healed or healing scars, bruises and burn marks that lined her arms and legs. Raicheal felt like every person in the cafe was looking at her, judging her, wanting to see more of her. She was shaking like a leaf and her face was as red as it could be.

 "C-c-c-c-c-c-c-ca-ca-ca-can w-w-w-w-w-we p-p-ple-ple-pleas-please g-g-g-g-g-g-go s-s-s-s-so-so-so-some-some-somewhe-somewhere p-p-p-p-pri-pri-pri-priva-private?" Raicheal half said half pleaded in a soft and squeaky tone.

Atticus waited for Raicheal just like Sophia was but unlike Sophia, he wasn't quite prepared to see the condition that Raicheal was in. Sure the short skirt was remarkably small on Raicheal just like how it was for Atticus but Raicheal's bare arms and legs revealed scars, bruise marks and even burns. All of these could be signs of a terribly tortured past, one even worse than anything Atticus could think up. Atticus felt strange now, almost curious to learn more about Raicheal's past but at the same time he longed to assist Raicheal in any way he could. He looked to Sophia in a manner that seemed to ask if he could lead Raicheal away. Sophia gave him reassuring nod while she attempted to draw the attention of the onlookers away from Raicheal. "Just... Come with me. We can continue to talk in the back.", Atticus said before taking Raicheal's hand and leading her behind the coffee counter into a room in the back. In this room, many store supplies was stored while the passage way into the room was blocked off by a black curtain. "Nobody will come in here, so you don't have to worry about any eyes following you.", Atticus reassured her, casting his gaze away from her, feeling that his eyes would only make her even more uncomfortable.

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