The Definite or Defiant ~1x1~ V.1

[.:TenorMahol:.]

"I've been doing it since I was little so I don't know." He opened some cabinets and set a fluffy towel onto the counter, then shut the cabinets. "Soap, shampoo, and conditioner are mine but you can use them for now. I'll pick you up some while I get your clothes, okay? Are you good with just a t-shirt and shorts? Or do you want a tank top? Jeans? We'll go shopping again tomorrow." He looked at me. "And fluffy pajamas?"

[~AmethystMonolik~]

I hesitated. "Okay... A t-shirt and shorts works... Um... I doesn't have to be a tank top or jeans. We don't have to go shopping tomorrow, and then... You asked if I wanted fluffy pajamas, yeah...?" I nodded. "Yes please." I let out a soft, uncertain laugh. "Thank you."

[.:TenorMahol:.]

Trace studied me for a minute, then nodded. "Alright." He walked out. "If you need anything else then tell me when I get back, we can go back to the store tonight." He shut the door softly.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

"Okay. . ." I looked into the mirror. Then a frown came to my face, and I let out a soft sigh. My eyes closed, and I slowly sat down in the floor. I set the crutches aside, and I carefully unwrapped my leg. I stared at my knee. I thought that guy from this morning knew something about my sister being taken. For once I thought that I had finally gotten a real lead. I had thought that I might actually get to see her again. I leaned my head against the cabinet and closed my eyes again. All I wanted was to make sure she was safe... Was that too much to ask? It had been so, so long. By then she might not even be alive. . .
[okay, switch! Trace's view? Love you!]

[.:TenorMahol:.]

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I got out of the shower to see a new, fresh pair of clothes. A fluffy, medium-sleeved shirt, blue with designs on it, and long, fluffy blue pants. Once I changed into them and gently wrapped my leg again, I grabbed my crutches and went out into the living room. I saw Trace sitting next to the hearth, his sword over his lap. He watched the fire sizzle, and it reflected in his eyes.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

I quietly went up and sunk down beside him, moving my crutches to the side. "Hey. . ." I moved my good leg up to me, and I set my cheek on it as I watched Trace. "Thanks again for the clothes and for letting me stay here."

[.:TenorMahol:.]

Trace nodded softly. "It's about time for bed." He looked out the window. "It's nine at night. Would you like to go to sleep? Breakfast is ready at four, unless you feel like buying something out to eat, I'd fully understand." He stood up, setting his sword onto the hearth.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

I rubbed my head. Four in the morning? Was this guy nuts?! "Ah... Okay. I'll try to wake up at four. . ." Probably not gonna happen. I stood up and took the crutches again.

[.:TenorMahol:.]

Trace led me to my room. "Go on and get in bed, I'll turn off the light, okay? And your clothes are in your dresser."

[~AmethystMonolik~]

"Oh... Okay. Thank you." I went up to the bed and sat down. I leaned over and put down my crutches. Then I lay down and pulled the covers over me. I curled up, my hurt leg straight. "Thank you. . ." My eyes closed sleepily.