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@macy-iwa-edas
JOOOO, what's up?
im macy iwa-edäs (tumblr doesn't let me use ä in the url >:()
im 19 years old, finnish-japanese but living in the UK babeyy, full-time nerd, some-time freak, in a dedicated relationship with my long-distance online gf, lily <3
never should've smoked that shit, now i can spew blood from my fingertips >_<`
yeah, thats a long story lol. anygays!! come talk at me !! ya girl gets bored easily !!
Happy birthday, Macy!! I hope you have lots of fun tonight. I'll make sure to get you a nicer present, as well, but would you like a birthday bouquet? I could include some butterflies with it, if you want. :)
- Carrion
YAAYYYY THAT SOUNDS LOVELY!!!! thank you so much ms. carrion!!!!!
Happy birthday, Macy! I hope you have an excellent time at the club; it does seem like the kind of environment you'd enjoy. Next time I see you, I shall have to remember to give you a gift. :)
—Jonah
@jonah-m-elliott
WAAAAA thank you so much mr. jonah!!! i'll be sure to visit soon as possible!!!!! you don't have to get me a gift tho really, just hanging out would be nice...tho maybe a new video game would be nice too...naaa im kidding thats way too expensive lol
um anygays! let me know when u have free time, and i might come over for some tea!!!
...I'll see what I can find in CEX. It does surprise you sometimes, you never know. :)
And of course :). I do have some nice tea from a shop that one of my classmates showed me, if you're partial to fruity tea... Or just hot chocolate, too.
Anyway. Have a lovely night out, Macy. Stay safe, alright?
i always do!! got a friend looking after me :3
Happy birthday, Macy! I hope you have an excellent time at the club; it does seem like the kind of environment you'd enjoy. Next time I see you, I shall have to remember to give you a gift. :)
—Jonah
@jonah-m-elliott
WAAAAA thank you so much mr. jonah!!! i'll be sure to visit soon as possible!!!!! you don't have to get me a gift tho really, just hanging out would be nice...tho maybe a new video game would be nice too...naaa im kidding thats way too expensive lol
um anygays! let me know when u have free time, and i might come over for some tea!!!
ITS MY BIRTHDAYYYY think i might hit the clubs...
oh yeah games with no checkpoints are stressful as fuckkk
RIGHTTT ugh...at least it has some good gore...
Tell us about it ?
ok so its like a dungeon crawler with no checkpoints and a BUNCH of levels, the visuals are super cool and overstimulating in a fun way, but the lack of checkpoints stresses me out :(
post void is a great game it just also stresses me out
lily says i shouldnt keep poking at my wounds. i know shes just worried but i dont think she knows just how used to all this i am
low-key hot. sorry. do you want a wet wipe or some plasters
this made me giggle...i have a bunch of plasters already and wet wipes arent doing anything (つ .•́ _ʖ •̀.)つ the sensory feel is bad but im kind of getting used to it...at least all of it is covered or dry, so its not getting anywhere else. no idea where its coming from tho....
its...all over my hands too. i cut my finger while trying to cut my nails, so it might be that. i have too many cuts on my fingers, im running out of bandages, but the bleeding doesnt stop. im not...all that worried, not yet.
oh man, sorry i was gone for so long guyz!!! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ im good tho ^w^ in other news, i uhh...i have dried blood around my mouth? i dunno why, and it wont come off...doesnt bother me too much tho!!!!
Macy moves around the apartment nervously, as if unsure if she's allowed to or not. Her clothes are stained with dried blood, but the rest of her is finally clean after a thorough shower.
She's looking for Carrion, not sure she'll recognize him when she sees it.
Carrion steps out of the bedroom, pulling one of the flowers on her shoulder out from where it'd gotten caught on her pyjama shirt. Many more plants of different sizes and colours grow from several spots in its skin, winding around its bare arms and legs. He stops dead in his tracks upon noticing the stranger. "Oh. Um.' They take a look around, trying and failing to find her lovers, then turns back to Macy, unsure of what to say. "Hello."
Its voice immediately softens upon noticing the state of Macy's clothes, face twisting in worry. "Are you alright, dear?" A few moths fly towards Macy, seeming to study her.
"A- Are you Ms. Carrion? I'm Macy, doc- Um, Dr. Fanshawe's student. He's letting me crash over here because of....something that happened. I- I promise I won't bother you for long, though, I'll be out of here as soon as possible." She speaks staring down at the ground, fiddling with her hands, apparently barely noticing the moths.
"Uh...I was wondering if you had any clothes for me to borrow while I clean these ones? If it's not a bother..."
Carrion's face lights up upon finding out who they're talking to. "Oh, no, please, you do not need to worry about that. This place may be s bit small, but you're welcome to stay for as long as you need. It is wonderful to finally meet you, Macy." One of the moths fluttering around Macy's head lands on her cheek, almost as if to prove the fondness the swarm already feels towards her. Barnabas winces slightly. "Ah, um. I hope you won't mind the bugs? Please, let me know if they bother you, yes?"
Carrion looks away for a moment, mentally reviewing her wardrobe. "Most of my clothes will likely be a tad big on you, but I must have at least a top of some sort which fits you. We will– certainly have more trouble with my skirts, however, so you might need to ask the boys about that. My apologies, dear." He steps closer to Macy, gently placing a hand on her arm and smiling up at her. "Would you like some tea while I have a look through my clothes? You may wait in the living room, if you wish, I'm sure all of–" It gestures towards the stains on Macy's clothes. "–that has dried enough for you to have a seat somewhere without much discomfort."
Macy visibly relaxes at her warm demeanor, shoulders dropping as she smiles brightly at him.
"Yes, please, tea sounds amazing right now, hah...Oh, and I don't mind bigger clothes, I buy mine a few sizes too big already," She assures it, before bowing slightly to show her gratitude, skipping to the living room excitedly.
Barnabas can't help the fond grin that creeps its way into their face, watching Macy as she goes. He then runs towards the kitchen, not wanting to keep the poor girl waiting, and quickly puts the kettle on before running back into the bedroom. Not that there is much distance between the two, anyway. It can be heard rummaging through the wardrobe, drawers opening and closing, hangers clicking together.
She emerges just a couple minutes later, holding one pieve of clothing in one hand and a bunch of crumpled up ones in the other, which it quickly puts down on the armrest of the sofa. "I'm fairly sure this one will be a good fit for you. And it is wonderful for this heat." He explains, unfolding a lilac crop top patterned with tiny white flowers. "I've– brought some skirts, as well, but...they are rather big, and they all unfortunately lack belt loops, or anything of the sort. I suppose it can't hurt to try them on, though. Ah, one of them is not mine, and the pattern might be a tad unnerving, but it seems to me as though it will be the best one for you." They sigh, still a little bit out of breath. "Would you like to go try them on, or would you prefer a cup of tea first?"
Macy admires the clothes for a while in silence, seeming particularly fond of the lilac crop top. When her eyes cross over to the eye-patterned skirt, a somewhat knowing smirk spreads across her face.
"That's...Mr. Jonah's, right? It looks the right size, I hope he won't mind me borrowing it...Um, I'll go change in the bathroom quick-" She glances down at herself one more time, assessing the full scale of the damage to her own clothes.
"I...don't think a washing machine is gonna fix all this, hah...um...I guess I need to throw these away..." She seems to ponder this for a while, as if still unsure. "I mean, I've gotten period blood out of clothes with cold water before, but I don't know if that'd work on this scale- Maybe...? Man, but I really like this sweater..." She mumbles, mostly to herself, indecisive.
"Uhh...Ms. Carrion, do you know how to get blood out of clothes?"
Carrion takes a long look at the state of Macy's clothes, its face falling just a little bit. "I, um...well. I might know some– procedures we could try, but– as you've said, it will likely be difficult to achieve the result we're looking for. There is no jarm in trying, though! The worst that can happen is your clothes being permanently ruined, which..." They gesture towards Macy, not wanting to voice the obvious.
"Otherwise, it might be a good idea to ask your–" She stops themself, blushing just enough to be noticeable among the near-permanent flush on his cheeks. "Dr Fanshawe, in case he knows of other methods. Although he does usually just dispose of his clothes. Ah, it's probably best if we discuss this after you've taken those off, anyway."
Macy's expression lights up slightly at the mention of Jonathan, and she nods eagerly, heading to the bathroom to change into the new clothes.
After a few minutes, she emerges. The outfit seems slightly out of place on her frame, clearly different from her personal style, but it fits her surprisingly well. Between the crop top and the skirt, her mid section is exposed, scarring where she'd sewn her skin shut visible. Peeking from under the shirt, her lower ribs are prominent against the flat of her stomach and chest.
"Thanks again for the clothes- Sorry it took me a while to get them on, my nose started bleeding and I didn't want to get any on them. Would be kind of counterproductive, hah..."
Carrion stares at the scars on Macy's skin, at her ribs, for just a moment, trying not to let its worry show. There's no point in bothering the poor girl with any of that, at the moment; she will learn to control her powers eventually, and Carrion can help ensure she eats well, if needed. "You look gorgeous, dear."
He does pay attention to the nosebleed comment, however. "Are you quite alright, though? With– your nose, I mean. Is that– a common occurrence for you?" They ask, moving to pour Macy a cup of tea.
"Really? Thanks!" She beams at the compliment, rubbing her nose slightly.
"It's pretty common, yeah, already was before...all this. A part of my hemophilia. It gets a lot worse when I get sick or have seasonal allergies, though! About a year ago, I had a respiratory tract infection that lasted a whole month. My nose almost never stopped bleeding, and I was coughing up blood too-"
She pauses, fidgeting with her hands. "Sorry, you probably don't wanna hear about that stuff, it's pretty gross." She giggles nervously, resting her hands against the cup of tea, apparently enjoying its warmth.
Carrion snorts, beaming up at Macy. "Oh, believe me, you've nothing to worry about." They look away for a moment to prepare a cup of tea for themself. "Difficult to gross out someone who's quite literally had its innards turned into compost, I imagine."
Ah, but that's too gross, isn't it? Enough to disturb someone with such little experience with the Powers, surely He's just met Macy, and he's already ruined it. Carrion keeps her eyes down, glued to her cup. "I'm sorry. Either way, I'm glad you've recovered from that infection. I can't imagine it having been pleasant for you."
"Yeah, hah, it...really sucked." She grimaces slightly at the memory. "Oh, and, uh- I don't think that's gross! I think it's fascinating, to be honest. I...always really liked the idea of something of natural growing from the human body. I get so wrapped up in...the fleshy side of things, y'know. How the body can turn against itself. It's almost comforting to know that even a flawed machine like the human body can be a home for some other life form, instead of just a temple to its own slow destruction." She fiddles absentmindedly with her hands again.
Then, she seems to remember something.
"Um...Ms. Carrion? How did you and Jonathan meet? And Jonah, too, if you don't mind me asking." She blinks at them with genuine intrigue, as if she's been itching to ask this question since they first met.
Macy moves around the apartment nervously, as if unsure if she's allowed to or not. Her clothes are stained with dried blood, but the rest of her is finally clean after a thorough shower.
She's looking for Carrion, not sure she'll recognize him when she sees it.
Carrion steps out of the bedroom, pulling one of the flowers on her shoulder out from where it'd gotten caught on her pyjama shirt. Many more plants of different sizes and colours grow from several spots in its skin, winding around its bare arms and legs. He stops dead in his tracks upon noticing the stranger. "Oh. Um.' They take a look around, trying and failing to find her lovers, then turns back to Macy, unsure of what to say. "Hello."
Its voice immediately softens upon noticing the state of Macy's clothes, face twisting in worry. "Are you alright, dear?" A few moths fly towards Macy, seeming to study her.
"A- Are you Ms. Carrion? I'm Macy, doc- Um, Dr. Fanshawe's student. He's letting me crash over here because of....something that happened. I- I promise I won't bother you for long, though, I'll be out of here as soon as possible." She speaks staring down at the ground, fiddling with her hands, apparently barely noticing the moths.
"Uh...I was wondering if you had any clothes for me to borrow while I clean these ones? If it's not a bother..."
Carrion's face lights up upon finding out who they're talking to. "Oh, no, please, you do not need to worry about that. This place may be s bit small, but you're welcome to stay for as long as you need. It is wonderful to finally meet you, Macy." One of the moths fluttering around Macy's head lands on her cheek, almost as if to prove the fondness the swarm already feels towards her. Barnabas winces slightly. "Ah, um. I hope you won't mind the bugs? Please, let me know if they bother you, yes?"
Carrion looks away for a moment, mentally reviewing her wardrobe. "Most of my clothes will likely be a tad big on you, but I must have at least a top of some sort which fits you. We will– certainly have more trouble with my skirts, however, so you might need to ask the boys about that. My apologies, dear." He steps closer to Macy, gently placing a hand on her arm and smiling up at her. "Would you like some tea while I have a look through my clothes? You may wait in the living room, if you wish, I'm sure all of–" It gestures towards the stains on Macy's clothes. "–that has dried enough for you to have a seat somewhere without much discomfort."
Macy visibly relaxes at her warm demeanor, shoulders dropping as she smiles brightly at him.
"Yes, please, tea sounds amazing right now, hah...Oh, and I don't mind bigger clothes, I buy mine a few sizes too big already," She assures it, before bowing slightly to show her gratitude, skipping to the living room excitedly.
Barnabas can't help the fond grin that creeps its way into their face, watching Macy as she goes. He then runs towards the kitchen, not wanting to keep the poor girl waiting, and quickly puts the kettle on before running back into the bedroom. Not that there is much distance between the two, anyway. It can be heard rummaging through the wardrobe, drawers opening and closing, hangers clicking together.
She emerges just a couple minutes later, holding one pieve of clothing in one hand and a bunch of crumpled up ones in the other, which it quickly puts down on the armrest of the sofa. "I'm fairly sure this one will be a good fit for you. And it is wonderful for this heat." He explains, unfolding a lilac crop top patterned with tiny white flowers. "I've– brought some skirts, as well, but...they are rather big, and they all unfortunately lack belt loops, or anything of the sort. I suppose it can't hurt to try them on, though. Ah, one of them is not mine, and the pattern might be a tad unnerving, but it seems to me as though it will be the best one for you." They sigh, still a little bit out of breath. "Would you like to go try them on, or would you prefer a cup of tea first?"
Macy admires the clothes for a while in silence, seeming particularly fond of the lilac crop top. When her eyes cross over to the eye-patterned skirt, a somewhat knowing smirk spreads across her face.
"That's...Mr. Jonah's, right? It looks the right size, I hope he won't mind me borrowing it...Um, I'll go change in the bathroom quick-" She glances down at herself one more time, assessing the full scale of the damage to her own clothes.
"I...don't think a washing machine is gonna fix all this, hah...um...I guess I need to throw these away..." She seems to ponder this for a while, as if still unsure. "I mean, I've gotten period blood out of clothes with cold water before, but I don't know if that'd work on this scale- Maybe...? Man, but I really like this sweater..." She mumbles, mostly to herself, indecisive.
"Uhh...Ms. Carrion, do you know how to get blood out of clothes?"
Carrion takes a long look at the state of Macy's clothes, its face falling just a little bit. "I, um...well. I might know some– procedures we could try, but– as you've said, it will likely be difficult to achieve the result we're looking for. There is no jarm in trying, though! The worst that can happen is your clothes being permanently ruined, which..." They gesture towards Macy, not wanting to voice the obvious.
"Otherwise, it might be a good idea to ask your–" She stops themself, blushing just enough to be noticeable among the near-permanent flush on his cheeks. "Dr Fanshawe, in case he knows of other methods. Although he does usually just dispose of his clothes. Ah, it's probably best if we discuss this after you've taken those off, anyway."
Macy's expression lights up slightly at the mention of Jonathan, and she nods eagerly, heading to the bathroom to change into the new clothes.
After a few minutes, she emerges. The outfit seems slightly out of place on her frame, clearly different from her personal style, but it fits her surprisingly well. Between the crop top and the skirt, her mid section is exposed, scarring where she'd sewn her skin shut visible. Peeking from under the shirt, her lower ribs are prominent against the flat of her stomach and chest.
"Thanks again for the clothes- Sorry it took me a while to get them on, my nose started bleeding and I didn't want to get any on them. Would be kind of counterproductive, hah..."
Carrion stares at the scars on Macy's skin, at her ribs, for just a moment, trying not to let its worry show. There's no point in bothering the poor girl with any of that, at the moment; she will learn to control her powers eventually, and Carrion can help ensure she eats well, if needed. "You look gorgeous, dear."
He does pay attention to the nosebleed comment, however. "Are you quite alright, though? With– your nose, I mean. Is that– a common occurrence for you?" They ask, moving to pour Macy a cup of tea.
"Really? Thanks!" She beams at the compliment, rubbing her nose slightly.
"It's pretty common, yeah, already was before...all this. A part of my hemophilia. It gets a lot worse when I get sick or have seasonal allergies, though! About a year ago, I had a respiratory tract infection that lasted a whole month. My nose almost never stopped bleeding, and I was coughing up blood too-"
She pauses, fidgeting with her hands. "Sorry, you probably don't wanna hear about that stuff, it's pretty gross." She giggles nervously, resting her hands against the cup of tea, apparently enjoying its warmth.
Macy moves around the apartment nervously, as if unsure if she's allowed to or not. Her clothes are stained with dried blood, but the rest of her is finally clean after a thorough shower.
She's looking for Carrion, not sure she'll recognize him when she sees it.
Carrion steps out of the bedroom, pulling one of the flowers on her shoulder out from where it'd gotten caught on her pyjama shirt. Many more plants of different sizes and colours grow from several spots in its skin, winding around its bare arms and legs. He stops dead in his tracks upon noticing the stranger. "Oh. Um.' They take a look around, trying and failing to find her lovers, then turns back to Macy, unsure of what to say. "Hello."
Its voice immediately softens upon noticing the state of Macy's clothes, face twisting in worry. "Are you alright, dear?" A few moths fly towards Macy, seeming to study her.
"A- Are you Ms. Carrion? I'm Macy, doc- Um, Dr. Fanshawe's student. He's letting me crash over here because of....something that happened. I- I promise I won't bother you for long, though, I'll be out of here as soon as possible." She speaks staring down at the ground, fiddling with her hands, apparently barely noticing the moths.
"Uh...I was wondering if you had any clothes for me to borrow while I clean these ones? If it's not a bother..."
Carrion's face lights up upon finding out who they're talking to. "Oh, no, please, you do not need to worry about that. This place may be s bit small, but you're welcome to stay for as long as you need. It is wonderful to finally meet you, Macy." One of the moths fluttering around Macy's head lands on her cheek, almost as if to prove the fondness the swarm already feels towards her. Barnabas winces slightly. "Ah, um. I hope you won't mind the bugs? Please, let me know if they bother you, yes?"
Carrion looks away for a moment, mentally reviewing her wardrobe. "Most of my clothes will likely be a tad big on you, but I must have at least a top of some sort which fits you. We will– certainly have more trouble with my skirts, however, so you might need to ask the boys about that. My apologies, dear." He steps closer to Macy, gently placing a hand on her arm and smiling up at her. "Would you like some tea while I have a look through my clothes? You may wait in the living room, if you wish, I'm sure all of–" It gestures towards the stains on Macy's clothes. "–that has dried enough for you to have a seat somewhere without much discomfort."
Macy visibly relaxes at her warm demeanor, shoulders dropping as she smiles brightly at him.
"Yes, please, tea sounds amazing right now, hah...Oh, and I don't mind bigger clothes, I buy mine a few sizes too big already," She assures it, before bowing slightly to show her gratitude, skipping to the living room excitedly.
Barnabas can't help the fond grin that creeps its way into their face, watching Macy as she goes. He then runs towards the kitchen, not wanting to keep the poor girl waiting, and quickly puts the kettle on before running back into the bedroom. Not that there is much distance between the two, anyway. It can be heard rummaging through the wardrobe, drawers opening and closing, hangers clicking together.
She emerges just a couple minutes later, holding one pieve of clothing in one hand and a bunch of crumpled up ones in the other, which it quickly puts down on the armrest of the sofa. "I'm fairly sure this one will be a good fit for you. And it is wonderful for this heat." He explains, unfolding a lilac crop top patterned with tiny white flowers. "I've– brought some skirts, as well, but...they are rather big, and they all unfortunately lack belt loops, or anything of the sort. I suppose it can't hurt to try them on, though. Ah, one of them is not mine, and the pattern might be a tad unnerving, but it seems to me as though it will be the best one for you." They sigh, still a little bit out of breath. "Would you like to go try them on, or would you prefer a cup of tea first?"
Macy admires the clothes for a while in silence, seeming particularly fond of the lilac crop top. When her eyes cross over to the eye-patterned skirt, a somewhat knowing smirk spreads across her face.
"That's...Mr. Jonah's, right? It looks the right size, I hope he won't mind me borrowing it...Um, I'll go change in the bathroom quick-" She glances down at herself one more time, assessing the full scale of the damage to her own clothes.
"I...don't think a washing machine is gonna fix all this, hah...um...I guess I need to throw these away..." She seems to ponder this for a while, as if still unsure. "I mean, I've gotten period blood out of clothes with cold water before, but I don't know if that'd work on this scale- Maybe...? Man, but I really like this sweater..." She mumbles, mostly to herself, indecisive.
"Uhh...Ms. Carrion, do you know how to get blood out of clothes?"
Carrion takes a long look at the state of Macy's clothes, its face falling just a little bit. "I, um...well. I might know some– procedures we could try, but– as you've said, it will likely be difficult to achieve the result we're looking for. There is no jarm in trying, though! The worst that can happen is your clothes being permanently ruined, which..." They gesture towards Macy, not wanting to voice the obvious.
"Otherwise, it might be a good idea to ask your–" She stops themself, blushing just enough to be noticeable among the near-permanent flush on his cheeks. "Dr Fanshawe, in case he knows of other methods. Although he does usually just dispose of his clothes. Ah, it's probably best if we discuss this after you've taken those off, anyway."
Macy's expression lights up slightly at the mention of Jonathan, and she nods eagerly, heading to the bathroom to change into the new clothes.
After a few minutes, she emerges. The outfit seems slightly out of place on her frame, clearly different from her personal style, but it fits her surprisingly well. Between the crop top and the skirt, her mid section is exposed, scarring where she'd sewn her skin shut visible. Peeking from under the shirt, her lower ribs are prominent against the flat of her stomach and chest.
"Thanks again for the clothes- Sorry it took me a while to get them on, my nose started bleeding and I didn't want to get any on them. Would be kind of counterproductive, hah..."
Macy moves around the apartment nervously, as if unsure if she's allowed to or not. Her clothes are stained with dried blood, but the rest of her is finally clean after a thorough shower.
She's looking for Carrion, not sure she'll recognize him when she sees it.
Carrion steps out of the bedroom, pulling one of the flowers on her shoulder out from where it'd gotten caught on her pyjama shirt. Many more plants of different sizes and colours grow from several spots in its skin, winding around its bare arms and legs. He stops dead in his tracks upon noticing the stranger. "Oh. Um.' They take a look around, trying and failing to find her lovers, then turns back to Macy, unsure of what to say. "Hello."
Its voice immediately softens upon noticing the state of Macy's clothes, face twisting in worry. "Are you alright, dear?" A few moths fly towards Macy, seeming to study her.
"A- Are you Ms. Carrion? I'm Macy, doc- Um, Dr. Fanshawe's student. He's letting me crash over here because of....something that happened. I- I promise I won't bother you for long, though, I'll be out of here as soon as possible." She speaks staring down at the ground, fiddling with her hands, apparently barely noticing the moths.
"Uh...I was wondering if you had any clothes for me to borrow while I clean these ones? If it's not a bother..."
Carrion's face lights up upon finding out who they're talking to. "Oh, no, please, you do not need to worry about that. This place may be s bit small, but you're welcome to stay for as long as you need. It is wonderful to finally meet you, Macy." One of the moths fluttering around Macy's head lands on her cheek, almost as if to prove the fondness the swarm already feels towards her. Barnabas winces slightly. "Ah, um. I hope you won't mind the bugs? Please, let me know if they bother you, yes?"
Carrion looks away for a moment, mentally reviewing her wardrobe. "Most of my clothes will likely be a tad big on you, but I must have at least a top of some sort which fits you. We will– certainly have more trouble with my skirts, however, so you might need to ask the boys about that. My apologies, dear." He steps closer to Macy, gently placing a hand on her arm and smiling up at her. "Would you like some tea while I have a look through my clothes? You may wait in the living room, if you wish, I'm sure all of–" It gestures towards the stains on Macy's clothes. "–that has dried enough for you to have a seat somewhere without much discomfort."
Macy visibly relaxes at her warm demeanor, shoulders dropping as she smiles brightly at him.
"Yes, please, tea sounds amazing right now, hah...Oh, and I don't mind bigger clothes, I buy mine a few sizes too big already," She assures it, before bowing slightly to show her gratitude, skipping to the living room excitedly.
Barnabas can't help the fond grin that creeps its way into their face, watching Macy as she goes. He then runs towards the kitchen, not wanting to keep the poor girl waiting, and quickly puts the kettle on before running back into the bedroom. Not that there is much distance between the two, anyway. It can be heard rummaging through the wardrobe, drawers opening and closing, hangers clicking together.
She emerges just a couple minutes later, holding one pieve of clothing in one hand and a bunch of crumpled up ones in the other, which it quickly puts down on the armrest of the sofa. "I'm fairly sure this one will be a good fit for you. And it is wonderful for this heat." He explains, unfolding a lilac crop top patterned with tiny white flowers. "I've– brought some skirts, as well, but...they are rather big, and they all unfortunately lack belt loops, or anything of the sort. I suppose it can't hurt to try them on, though. Ah, one of them is not mine, and the pattern might be a tad unnerving, but it seems to me as though it will be the best one for you." They sigh, still a little bit out of breath. "Would you like to go try them on, or would you prefer a cup of tea first?"
Macy admires the clothes for a while in silence, seeming particularly fond of the lilac crop top. When her eyes cross over to the eye-patterned skirt, a somewhat knowing smirk spreads across her face.
"That's...Mr. Jonah's, right? It looks the right size, I hope he won't mind me borrowing it...Um, I'll go change in the bathroom quick-" She glances down at herself one more time, assessing the full scale of the damage to her own clothes.
"I...don't think a washing machine is gonna fix all this, hah...um...I guess I need to throw these away..." She seems to ponder this for a while, as if still unsure. "I mean, I've gotten period blood out of clothes with cold water before, but I don't know if that'd work on this scale- Maybe...? Man, but I really like this sweater..." She mumbles, mostly to herself, indecisive.
"Uhh...Ms. Carrion, do you know how to get blood out of clothes?"
[😶 deimos-artefacts]
Hey, Macy,
I... Haven't seen you for a bit. Are you doing okay? If you need anything, I'm always happy to drop by
@deimos-kalloway
oh- yeah, yeah, um, totally fine! just, uhh...taking a few days off from work to...sort some stuff out. i'll be back soon, i think. nothing to worry about!
[😶 deimos-artefacts]
okay. take care of yourself? and let me know if there's anything I can do. I can bring food around if that helps? I know when stuff's going on its easy to forget to deal with cooking and stuff
oh- ah, no lol, i'm all good. not really...hungry as of late. um. but thanks for the offer!
