Another new arrival.

[holychord]

Characters: Tear, and anyone who wants to talk to a young lady wearing a blanket dress.
Setting: Room 3-07, or around the third dorm floor.
Format: Any! Starting in prose, but I'll match~
Summary: Tear can't get naked in public. ;A;
Warnings: None yet~



The sleep paralysis had been bad, but seeing what she was wearing when she awoke was even worse. A skin-tight bodysuit that showed off everything was NOT okay. It was absolutely mortifying actually. She climbed out of bed, quickly assembling her bedding into a makeshift toga, then skimmed through the letters she found.

Frowning thoughtfully, she put them away, and found the trunk at the end of her bed. Thankfully, her uniform was resting inside, along with her weapons, and an item that made her blush slightly before she hurriedly closed the lid on it, hoping no one had seen.

Seeing the other beds in the room, she realized it was not an acceptable place to change her clothes, and she slipped out in search of a bathroom or... private closet. Something.

Comments

[prayed]

[Kyoko can only stare for a few seconds at the girl's strange choice in outfitting. Not that she can judge, but with this cold (since when did Puella Magi get sick?) getting the best of her it takes a few extra seconds to process the strange sights that she might normally shrug off.]

That's one way to try and beat the cold--

[She grins as she says this, but is almost comically cut off by a sneeze. She sniffles and wipes her nose with the back of the hand that's holding a nutrition bar. A few seconds later that hand is being wiped on her pants, a chunk of the bar being bit off.]

[holychord]

...Are you alright?

[It isn't TOO surprising that people are sick, considering the cold temperature. But... that hand wiping. At least, Tear reminds herself, talking about someone's cold symptoms would still be less unpleasant than talking about her attire.]

[prayed]

[She sniffles again, voice thick and nasally. It's been years since she's had to worry about getting sick.]

Tch. Be better if somebody hadn't decided to spread the flu around this Hellhole.

[A flu bug that her magic can't touch, no less.]

[holychord]

You should get some rest.

[She would offer a fonic hymn, but those don't really help viruses...]

Do you need any help?

[prayed]

[A dismissive gesture.]

This is nothing. One of the guy's in charge of this hellhole's got a lousy way of running things. Super pisses me off.