Ren stayed in the back room, the office, while Ruka went to get clothing. All told, it was a terrible idea, to just leave her in a room. She glanced around for anything of interest or value, more curious than with serious intent to steal. She was trying to act in something vaguely like good faith. It did not come naturally to her.
Oooh, bowl of candy on the desk. She nabbed one and unwrapped it quickly, throwing it in her mouth. She wrinkled her nose. Peppermint. Oh well. Sugar was sugar.
Warm, safe. Food comes, no cats, no birds, Phoebe impressed upon the upon the person listening. She seemed to instinctively understand Ren as an ally or a friend, in the way of birds who picked grubs and bits of flesh from the inside of an alligator's mouth did.
Ren, meanwhile, had found a half a sandwich in a desk drawer and swiped it. It didn't matter that she had the promise of food almost immediately, if she waited. She saw food; she took food. Basic instinct. She unwrapped it swiftly and took a bite, swallowing the hard mint whole as she swallowed the rest of the sandwich. It would have been impressive to anyone watching, but her gag reflex was a tamed beast and there was nothing she could not impress upon herself to swallow. She would choke to death on an unfortunate swallow before she gagged.
She tore off a large chunk of the sandwich and shoved it in her pocket for Phoebe. The rest disappeared down her throat in a matter of seconds, barely chewed. She was thirsty now. There was a sink, right? It took a moment of figuring, but she managed to turn it on and then stick her face into the sink, sort of sideways, to lap and gulp at the water. It was very satisfying. Water was one of those extremely precious things that she found normal people took for granted.
She heard a sound in the office, and pulled her head out of the sink. It was slightly wet. She wiped her face off on the hoodie sleeve quickly, then poked her head out of the bathroom.
Ruka had returned, bringing clothes. They had a very naive, fashionable view of what 'layers' meant, but that was okay because they said she could grab more after she cleaned up. She still had no intention to shower properly, despite the locking door, but she could at least rinse off. Hot water didn't happen every day. Phoebe could stand guard.
At least the clothing was a good color and style. The jeans were likely going to be a loose, but she could find a belt. Or a length of rope. It was no one's fault; she didn't really have much in the way of hips. And baggy pants were much preferable, because you could put other things on underneath them. Like other pants.
"Thanks," she said, somewhat lamely, as she accepted the clothes. She held them out away from her body before putting them on top of the sink. She was already aware they would be getting some degree of glitter on them, but she wanted to minimize it.
It... seemed like... she should say something more than thanks. But she had no idea what it was, so instead she just sort of awkwardly closed the bathroom door. She locked it. After a moment's consideration, she moved the plunger under the doorknob. It wouldn't do much to actually stop the door from opening, but it made her feel better.
Phoebe came out of the hoodie, followed by the lighter and cigarettes. It would probably be rude to smoke in the shower. If it had been Ruka's shower, she probably would have done it anyway, but this was a stranger's shower. She didn't know this lady. She could have been perfectly normal.
Ren showered in the hoodie, at least at first, wanting to be able to bolt and still be clothed if it happened. She'd shown herself to be utterly willing to run, naked, away from danger, but it was happening a lot lately and she wanted to minimize her risks. Eventually she did take it off, briefly, to scrub the semen off her chest and shoulders. The sticky parts came off, but the glitter remained. She looked like she'd fucked one of those really shiny rocks. Sigh.
She toweled off with a towel that struck her as being ridiculously soft and fluffy. Like, to an unnecessary but still enjoyable extent. She dressed quickly once she was dry, eye on the door. Phoebe was also keeping an eye on the door, which made her feel better. Nice of her. Rats rarely kept an eye on anything; she was doing it just because Ren wanted her to. Not every rat had such a pliable personality.
No bra, but at least the underwear was reasonable and not a thong or something else that existed purely to convey a message. She dressed, pulling on the hoodie but not zipping it up right away because she knew she'd be hunting for more layers. The knee socks were cute. They would probably fall down a lot; her legs were basically straight lines, particularly from the knee down.
She tucked Phoebe into the pocket of the new hoodie, putting the smokes in the other one and the lighter in her jean pocket. She glance in the mirror. She was still glittery, but it looked more like it might have been on purpose. There were rather dramatic bags under her eyes, but she looked, in general, mostly normal.
She unlocked the door with caution, as if it might suddenly and dramatically spring open. It did not, of course, and she stepped back out into the office, ready to peruse the store for Actually Useful Clothing like additional cardigans, leggings, and just generally anything that could be worn on her body in addition to what she was wearing now.
Oh, and also shoes. She rarely got the chance to pick out good shoes. She'd have to be very particular about them.
Oooh, bowl of candy on the desk. She nabbed one and unwrapped it quickly, throwing it in her mouth. She wrinkled her nose. Peppermint. Oh well. Sugar was sugar.
Warm, safe. Food comes, no cats, no birds, Phoebe impressed upon the upon the person listening. She seemed to instinctively understand Ren as an ally or a friend, in the way of birds who picked grubs and bits of flesh from the inside of an alligator's mouth did.
Ren, meanwhile, had found a half a sandwich in a desk drawer and swiped it. It didn't matter that she had the promise of food almost immediately, if she waited. She saw food; she took food. Basic instinct. She unwrapped it swiftly and took a bite, swallowing the hard mint whole as she swallowed the rest of the sandwich. It would have been impressive to anyone watching, but her gag reflex was a tamed beast and there was nothing she could not impress upon herself to swallow. She would choke to death on an unfortunate swallow before she gagged.
She tore off a large chunk of the sandwich and shoved it in her pocket for Phoebe. The rest disappeared down her throat in a matter of seconds, barely chewed. She was thirsty now. There was a sink, right? It took a moment of figuring, but she managed to turn it on and then stick her face into the sink, sort of sideways, to lap and gulp at the water. It was very satisfying. Water was one of those extremely precious things that she found normal people took for granted.
She heard a sound in the office, and pulled her head out of the sink. It was slightly wet. She wiped her face off on the hoodie sleeve quickly, then poked her head out of the bathroom.
Ruka had returned, bringing clothes. They had a very naive, fashionable view of what 'layers' meant, but that was okay because they said she could grab more after she cleaned up. She still had no intention to shower properly, despite the locking door, but she could at least rinse off. Hot water didn't happen every day. Phoebe could stand guard.
At least the clothing was a good color and style. The jeans were likely going to be a loose, but she could find a belt. Or a length of rope. It was no one's fault; she didn't really have much in the way of hips. And baggy pants were much preferable, because you could put other things on underneath them. Like other pants.
"Thanks," she said, somewhat lamely, as she accepted the clothes. She held them out away from her body before putting them on top of the sink. She was already aware they would be getting some degree of glitter on them, but she wanted to minimize it.
It... seemed like... she should say something more than thanks. But she had no idea what it was, so instead she just sort of awkwardly closed the bathroom door. She locked it. After a moment's consideration, she moved the plunger under the doorknob. It wouldn't do much to actually stop the door from opening, but it made her feel better.
Phoebe came out of the hoodie, followed by the lighter and cigarettes. It would probably be rude to smoke in the shower. If it had been Ruka's shower, she probably would have done it anyway, but this was a stranger's shower. She didn't know this lady. She could have been perfectly normal.
Ren showered in the hoodie, at least at first, wanting to be able to bolt and still be clothed if it happened. She'd shown herself to be utterly willing to run, naked, away from danger, but it was happening a lot lately and she wanted to minimize her risks. Eventually she did take it off, briefly, to scrub the semen off her chest and shoulders. The sticky parts came off, but the glitter remained. She looked like she'd fucked one of those really shiny rocks. Sigh.
She toweled off with a towel that struck her as being ridiculously soft and fluffy. Like, to an unnecessary but still enjoyable extent. She dressed quickly once she was dry, eye on the door. Phoebe was also keeping an eye on the door, which made her feel better. Nice of her. Rats rarely kept an eye on anything; she was doing it just because Ren wanted her to. Not every rat had such a pliable personality.
No bra, but at least the underwear was reasonable and not a thong or something else that existed purely to convey a message. She dressed, pulling on the hoodie but not zipping it up right away because she knew she'd be hunting for more layers. The knee socks were cute. They would probably fall down a lot; her legs were basically straight lines, particularly from the knee down.
She tucked Phoebe into the pocket of the new hoodie, putting the smokes in the other one and the lighter in her jean pocket. She glance in the mirror. She was still glittery, but it looked more like it might have been on purpose. There were rather dramatic bags under her eyes, but she looked, in general, mostly normal.
She unlocked the door with caution, as if it might suddenly and dramatically spring open. It did not, of course, and she stepped back out into the office, ready to peruse the store for Actually Useful Clothing like additional cardigans, leggings, and just generally anything that could be worn on her body in addition to what she was wearing now.
Oh, and also shoes. She rarely got the chance to pick out good shoes. She'd have to be very particular about them.
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