Together again (Jt and Prof.)

Sora nodded, then took off her gown. She grabbed the shirt and put it on, followed by the pants. The shirt was a little small, but since Aimee and Sora were about the same size, so she didn't mind. When she was dressed, she gave a small nod to Aimee, letting her know she was ready.

Aimee blushed deeply, and turned around as Sora removed the gown. She wasn't sure if Sora could remember, and she was certain she herself hadn't realized. S-she isn't wearing.... undergarments. Aimee waited for Sora to sound off ready. "A-a-alright... Let's go then." Aimee continued out the door, her face still a deep hue of red.

Sora: Uh, you didn't need to turn. I don't mind if you. . . See me bare. It couldn't have been worst then how I acted last night.

She was walking in line behind her, almost skipping in step with her. When they made it to the store, they entered, and headed toward the clothes section.

Sora: Okay, we're here. . .

Aimee truly didn't understand where Sora was coming from. The manners here are... strange. She thought to herself. She was certain she would never adjust to this Academy if she was expected to be bare around other students. Female, or otherwise. "OH-... Please, get whatever you like..." She spoke, still in the same shade of red. She was certain she was a monster for thinking about such a thing for so long. She was starting to act like a dirty old man, and at this rate she would be a monster. Aimee tried to shake the thoughts from her head, to save herself from becoming some pervert.

Sora: What?

She turned back to face Aimee, holding 4 outfits that looked very similar to her old one. Resting on the top of her head was a black cap hat. She tilted her head, wondering what Aimee had said.



OOC:

What a Flat cap looks like.:

C-can't stop. Aimee continued blushing trying to push Sora's body from her mind. She had never seen another person naked before. "I-I was just saying t-that you should get whatever you like. It's really no problem." She moved to start pretending to sift through clothing.

Sora nodded, then went off on her own. After a bit, she came back with a cart with some different clothes. There wasn't too much, but enough to satisfy Sora, who was still wearing the hat.

Sora: Okay, I'm ready to leave now.

Aimee moved quietly through the line, ignoring the fact that something was still eating away at the back of her head. Paying the lady she exited, and took a deep breath as she met the fresh air... C-couldn't breath in there... Aimee waited for Sora to exit, half gasping for air.

Sora walked next to her, carrying the clothes in different bags.

Sora: Also, I have another favor to ask you, Aimee. C. . . Could I room with you for a while. I could help cook and do laundry and stuff. . .

Aimee stood up quickly, somehow surprised at Sora's arrival. "Yes, of course you can." She answered without thinking. B-but what I see... he again!? She waved the idea from herself. "Well, lets go get you settled in then! I assume you'll be with me a while." She spoke properly, making her way back to the house.

Sora nodded silently, walking her way back to the house. When they arrived, Sora carried her bags with her to the couch after they walked in, and set them down. She sat down as well, not quite sure on what to do next.

Aimee swiftly moved past Sora, and into the bathroom. Turning on the sink she splashed a few handfuls of water in her face. Taking another moment to look at herself in the mirror, she realized the blush simply would not leave her. "..." She returned to Sora once more. "A-alright. Let me show you to the guest room I suppose."

Sora nodded, wondering what was wrong with Aimee. They walked into the guest room, and Sora promptly set her stuff down and turned back to Aimee.

Sora: H-hey, are you okay? You look like your running a fever or something?

O-oh no, she caught onto me! Aimee turned on one heel to face Sora. "Who me? No I'm just... A little feint is all." Aimee face flared up again, erasing any progress she had made to remove the odd color. She took a few short steps back out of the room. Her heart was pounding for no particular reason. Perhaps she was simply not used to having so many things she had to deal with at once.

Sora followed her out the door, but stopped and sighed. She went back into her room and laid down on the bed. She started to hum a tune, not really knowing what to do now.

Seeing Sora follow her, Aimee continued out the room a little faster. She didn't realize how unreasonable she was being, and had she, she might dis-corporate into sand. As she turns she is met by the stairs, and proceeds to plummet down them.

Sora quickly ran down the stairs, catching up with Aimee. She checked her, making sure she was okay.

Sora: Alive. . . Broken arms, broken femur. . . concussion. . . Ewe, and there is the body releasing it's bodily fluids. . . Everything else is just bruised. Okay, that should be good, but. . . Yeah, forget it.

She put her hand on Aimee, and after a couple of seconds, she felt her bones break, her head aching. She then grabbed her chest while curling into the fetal position.

Sora: No, don't. . . Must. . . Heal. . . Bruised back. . .

She rested her hand on Aimee again, but that's as far as she got before she blacked out.

After a few minutes Aimee came to. Her muscles were experiencing explosions of pain. Straining to sit up, she notices Sora unconscious next to her. S-sora? B-bottom of the sta-. I must have-.. A-and she... Aimee's head began to spin. "I-I didn't m-... I'm sorry." Aimee put her arms under Sora, and stumbled to her feet. She made her way to the door, her body still heavy, and aching. Even though her bones weren't broken, she still had intense bruising.

Sora shook her head, trying to remember what happened.

Sora: H-hey, what's going on? Hey Aimee, what.*Flinches* Nevermind, I think I know what happened. . . Yeah, yeah. . . Could we stop moving, maybe. . .

"N-no we can't stop. You need help. I have to get you help- help- help...." She repeated like a broken record. Aimee continued to the door as fast as she could... That is to say. Very, very, slowly.

Sora: OW, OW OW! PUT ME DOWN NOW! DO NOT HOLD ME UNDER THE ARMS WHEN THEY ARE FUCKING BROKEN! JUST SET ME DOWN SOMEWHERE, PLEASE! JUST DO IT!

Aimee panicked once more, and quickly, but softly set Sora down on the couch. "I-I-I'm s-sorry! I d-didn't mean to! I jus-!" Aimee ran her watering eyes over Sora, as if she might find an all better switch. You idiot! You stupid bitch!What?! How dare I use that language? "W-what do I do then!?" She shouted in a now heavily French accent.

Sora took in a deep breath, thinking of her options. Normally, she would take the pain, but, these were some desperate times.

Sora: Okay. . . 507-532-5391. Normally, I don't like to do this, but, I need you to call that number. It's the number of one of my cousins who lives about 3 hours away. Tell him to come here quickly. Also, mention my name, it'll get him here faster.

Aimee rushed to her phone, and picked it up. Several times she almost dropped the device, as it bounced around in her hand. She continued to try, and dial only to fail, and try again, succeeding on the 3rd, or 4rth try. "55- n-no, 507-535, wait no-..." Finally she hears the dial tone, and listen intently for an answer.

A man answered the phone. He sounded rather young, though pretty confident.

Man: Clement residence. This is Edgar speaking?