towerofanimus | Another new arrival.

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.

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"Why have they brought us here?"

Because it seemed a little strange to give prisoners amenities like cafeterias or as much freedom to move about.

"Well, they say in the letters they saved us, but I don't believe that," Luke replied, making a face. "It's like... like we're a bunch of cheagles, running around in a maze, and they poke us with little sticks when they want us to suffer."

Speaking of cheagles... something started to wriggle around under Luke's coat, before a pair of pink ears poked out from under his shirt, followed by a matching pink cheagle head.

"Mieu mieu?" Amnon asked.

Luke let out an exasperated noise, pushing his head down a little. "No, we weren't talking about you."

"An experiment."

Tear found that idea fairly disturbing... Until she heard that familiar cry. Personal space was suddenly a thing of the past, and Tear's face was suddenly right in front of his chest. She stared at Amnon, her face glazing over with joy.

"Oh, Luke!"

"Mieu?"

Amnon wiggled up a little more, giving a curious sniff at Tear. Luke rolled his eyes skyward, though there was an amused smirk on his face. He scooped his hands into his jacket, pulling the little guy out so Tear didn't have to shove her face in his chest to see him... n-not that he had too many objections to this.

"...his name's Amnon. He was a... reward from the Admins for surviving one of their little events."

She didn't vocalize her thoughts this time, but it was plainly obvious that the creature's cuteness had very nearly incapacitated her.

"Amnon..."

She backed off just a bit, and held her hand out to the cheagle. Her breath was held in anticipation as she waited to see if he would accept her or not.

Well, Tear; you're in luck. Amnon is probably the most loveable creature in existence, considering he was actually made at the Tower. Or at least, that's what Luke was lead to believe anyway; who can actually say for sure.

"Mieuuuu..." Amnon cooed, nuzzling against her hand. Luke just rolled his eyes again.

She petted him gently.

"He's so cute!"

She realized, almost immediately, that she was embarrassing herself, and her other hand flew to her mouth to cover it. But she didn't stop petting Amnon.

Okay, Luke lost it at that, letting out a snorted laugh, before offering the cheagle out to her.

"G'head, take him."

RUDE. Her face burned brightly, and she pulled her hand away finally, looking a little indignant.

"N-no."

"It's fine, really."

"Mieu mieu!" Amnon exclaimed, wiggling his tail... or rather, his butt, seeing how small his tail was. Take him, or he's jumping on you.

There was no way she could resist that. She slowly reached out and scooped him up. She cupped the cheagle in her hands and stared at him happily.

Luke watched a moment, a small, sad smile on his face. His attention was mostly on Tear, and he didn't really care if she noticed or not. He was happy to see her... happy, and sad at the same time. No one deserved to be in this place... heck, not even Asch, despite how much of a jerkass he was.

Amnon happily nuzzled against her, and after a moment, Luke reached over, scratching the top of his head with a finger.

"Luke, is everything alright?"

She was looking at him then, a little confused by his expression. He had seemed so happy just a moment ago, and now the mood had changed a little.

"Ah... I'm fine," he replied, but he didn't even sound like he convinced himself. "Really, it's just cold."

He let out a breath, shaking his head.

"Uh... let's go get you that oatmeal."

She wasn't entirely convinced, but she wasn't going to press the issue either. If this place was as unpleasant as he implied, he might have simply been under stress. No need to add to that.

"Okay."

She wasn't going to give up Amnon either though. She would just keep carrying him as long as he'd let her.

Amnon looked happy, so Luke didn't bother to try and take him back. He crossed his arms behind his head as they continued to walk, silent for a long moment. It wasn't until they were just outside the cafeteria that he spoke up again.

"Hey, Tear? Can I ask for a favor?"

She managed to take her eyes off Amnon, and glanced over to Luke curiously.

"What is it?"

"Uh... y-you don't need to right now, but..." Luke began, feeling his face starting to get a little hot. He turned away a bit, trying to pretend he wasn't turning pink. "Uh... could you sing your hymn sometime? Please?"

Hey eyes widened just a little as the pink color crept into her face yet again. She looked down at Amnon and nodded quickly.

"Yes. I wouldn't mind..."

Luke sagged a little, relieved.

"...thanks."

She didn't even manage a response, just hurried into the cafeteria, embarrassed and overjoyed all at once.

Another new arrival.

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