Closed RP Girl's Day Out

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Sam sighed and fiddled with her hair some more. She had been lying when she had said she needed to do errands. She had plans, but it was nothing she couldn’t take Nahual with her to do. She had made the choice spur of the moment, but she would stick by it now. She looked at her curls, tracing their individual spirals. Her hair was almost fully back to what it had been like when she had been a teenager, before she had given up on feeling good about herself.

She took a step back from the mirror and examined her outfit as well. She had finally finished unpacking the boxes of clothing that had been in her mostly empty closet. Now, hues of green and black and browns hung off hangers that jammed the closet almost overflowing. She didn’t need any new clothes. Everything that she had taken out had fit her just fine, had even been loose on her. She was going to have to go back to eating three meals a day instead of just two if she wanted to be that healthy again. That was the only way she’d put that weight back on.

There was a moment where she twisted and turned in the mirror, examining herself. The knitted patchwork sweater fit well over her black turtleneck and bridged the color gap between that and her charcoal grey slacks. The neck of the turtleneck was just high enough to keep her body armor covered. She’d thought, for half a second, about going outside without it. But then she remembered she was going with Nahual and not Todd. So the suit had stayed on under her layers.

She grabbed a black peacoat and donned her usual fuck off combat boots before she walked out the door. She locked it behind her, checking that she had her phone, her wallet, and her keys. Upon reassuring they were there, she took a deep breath and headed toward Todd’s apartment. She felt the vibrations inside the other apartment and nodded to herself. Just Nahual. Todd must have gone to work already. That worked out great. He wouldn’t be able to see all the effort she was putting in until they got back. And hopefully, by then, she would have everything she needed.

She walked up to the front door of Todd’s apartment and tapped lightly on it. “Nahual, it’s Sam. You ready?”

Nahual, infuriatingly, answered the door almost immediately after Sam's knock. She was dressed in the same clothes as the night before, Sam's old clothes, but seemed as fresh, warm, and puffed as if she had stepped out of a dryer herself. Her long white-blonde hair had been done up in twin pinned-up braids and held a tinge of pink to it. A genetic alteration she could do at will with minimal effort, just like the naturally sweet smell that wafted from her skin.

She seemed practically perfect in every way, from her smile to her scent. The only wrench in the look were her shoes, sneakers, still flecked with blood. There was enough that it almost looked like tie dye, but a keen eye would know the difference. Still smiling, she responded to Sam,
"Of course! So excited! We're going out together~ hehe!" and gave a little hop for joy.

Stepping out of the apartment, Nahual would follow Sam wherever she led. Nahual really didn't understand what they were doing, or where they were going, but she was happy to be spending the time with Sam. Maybe there'd even be biomass along the way! Nahual felt she would be perfectly satisfied with a good one or two hundred pounds today, something that gave her enough energy to play with. Her fingers twitched at the thought, her body ready to pounce at any second.

Attempting to relax herself as the pair walked, Nahual spoke aloud as she assumed Sammy would notice her twitches,
"Sorry! Still hungry hehe!"
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Sam led Nahual out of the hallway, locking the outer door behind her. She sighed a bit at the enthusiasm in the other woman’s voice, but it also made her smile just a little bit. The twitching hands hadn’t gone unnoticed as they made their way to the car, but she just nodded at Nahual’s explanation. It seemed that the girl was always hungry. That seemed like it could be a thing, but Sam wasn’t concerned enough to actually pry.

“Alright, there’s some ground rules, okay? The first is you do not eat people. At. All. The second is that you stay with me at all times. Is that clear?”

They got to the car, and Sam unlocked the passenger seat for Nahual, holding it open. She stood in front of it while she waited for the other woman’s answer. Woman. Thing. Being. Whatever Nahual was. Only once Nahual had answered her would Sam step aside and walk around to her side of the car.​

Nahual giggled at Sammy's ground rules. So silly and easy to follow, at least for now, the need for more biomass would need to be satisfied later. A couple of hours? Nahual could go a couple of hours. Maybe there'd be a stray cat or dog along the way... Ah! Focus! Looking up, Nahual had realized they had already arrived at the car. Oh, shit, what was the other rules?

Don't eat people, that's all Nahual remembered, the other rules probably weren't important.

As Sammy held the door open for Nahual, the little friend grinned and gently brushed her hand across Sammy's shoulder. As she did so, Nahual increased the gentle, natural sweet scent ever so slightly. Just enough that when she touched Sammy, it would leave a little scent marker for a few minutes.

"Don't eat people! Of course! So easy, not a problem. Sammy has my undivided attention today~" At that, Nahual slipped into the car with a happy little shake.

Sam’s eye twitched when Nahual touched her shoulder. She could smell that sweet scent again that she had smelled the night before on the girl. Some kind of natural scent, maybe a pheromonal thing. Whatever it was, it was so sweet that it was almost nauseating. She shook her head and closed the door to the car. She walked around to the other side and slid into her own seat, fastening her seatbelt.

With the keys in her hand, she looked over at the smaller woman, and in a voice edged with desperation, she said, “Please, just behave. Okay?”

Regardless of Nahual’s answer, Sam pulled the car out of the parking lot and set them on their way. The drive wasn’t long to get to the strip mall in Station Square, and Sam spent most of it quiet. She was nervous for reasons entirely unrelated to Nahual. The purpose behind this outing was to make herself, well. Pretty again. But– her eyes flicked over Nahual’s clothes and shoes– they had to do something else first. Because Nahual couldn’t keep walking around looking like that. She was probably an XXS, so Sam had an idea of where to start on clothes and shoes.

“We’re going to start by getting you some clothes. You can’t keep wearing my clothes, and those shoes need to go.”