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[The network flickers on, the feed revealing a young girl barely in the frame, her back turned and looking down at herself, fussing with straightening her clothing. Although the poster is labelled as "Sebastian Moran", there is only this child there.

The uniform she's wearing is far too large for her, fabric pooling at her feet, and her hair is styled in a pair of childish braids, rather than pinned up. She struggles with trying to tighten the belt enough so she can actually walk in the trousers, before her eyes flicker up and realize that her wardrobe malfunction is being broadcast. There's a click, and the connection is cut for several minutes before just one short sentence is sent out.]

I require the service of someone who specializes in de-aged persons.

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[Just because she's in a child's body, doesn't mean she's helpless. There's a distinct pause before the next reply comes.]

No. It's fine.

[She did realise it was rude of her to say something like that, but even so, she had to see if there's anything she could do to help. Can't help but fidget a little as she waits for Moran's reply though]

Really? I am sorry if I am being too presumptuous, but if nothing else, do you...

[struggling to get the next part out. it's definitely embarrassing for her to ask this as well, but judging from what she has seen there in the video there, it's probably better to get it out right away to get it over with.]

--have something you can change into in the meantime?

Edited (I am so sorry for spamming your inbox. this will be the last edit, i swear (tears)) 2012-06-16 13:37 (UTC)

No. There's no need for that. My uniform is fine.

[She refuses to be dressed and cared for by the girl she has been assigned to protect. She is just the same as always, albeit smaller. She's not a child.]

Edited 2012-06-16 16:28 (UTC)

It wasn't exactly... fitting there though. Are you really all right in it?

[From what she has seen anyway. Taking the deep breath before continuing.]

I know you can take care of yourself, honestly. But please just let me help you with that for now, Moran. I promise I won't trouble you about it anymore after that.

Edited 2012-06-18 04:20 (UTC)

[...If she cuts off the connection, Mary will surely come knocking upon her door in person. She will continue to bother her, to smother her with attention, to treat her like someone to be taken care of. —Irritatingly.

She is not modest about her body being seen. That's not her concern. However, Mary Clarissa is her ward, not the opposite.]

No. Yes.

[Let her take that as she will.]

[Her help is not welcome, she's aware of that. But that doesn't mean she can let it go so easily. While she knows that Moran's reply was neither an acceptance nor a rejection of it, she chooses to take it as the former and continue on, anyway.]

All right, I'll see you in a bit, then.

[And she cuts off the feed, going to look for the things that she can get for the other woman for now.]

[And after about thirty minutes, Mary arrives in the Heimdall's house, walking over to Moran's room before knocking on it. She is carrying a small bag that holds the some clothes that seem suitable for her current physical age and other assorted things that she thought might be helpful for Moran when she is still de-aged.]

Moran? I am sorry, but... may I come in?

[Inside, she is still struggling with this new, useless, tiny body, holding up her trousers with her hands, the jacket alone reaching down to her knees, black fabric pooling at her ankles. Sharp blue eyes flicker towards the door, voice slightly muffled by the fabric.]

Yes.

Excuse me, then.

[Carefully entering the room, Mary only takes a moment after she closes the door properly to go to Moran's side while still carrying the bag. She has expected this, really, but to see the always dependable Moran in this state... Well, Mary will just have to do whatever she can to repay her back for all those time Moran had help her.]

Umm, here, let me help you with that.

No. That will be unnecessary. Leave the clothes by the floor, Mary Clarissa Christie. My circuits are functioning fine; I am capable of dressing myself.

[She doesn't have much persuasive power when she is struggling to remain clothed even as she speaks, but her tone is firm.]

Edited 2012-06-23 15:58 (UTC)

But it'll be easier if I help, right? ... Don't be too stubborn, Moran.

[As she says that, Mary takes out a dress Mary thinks matches a girl around Moran's current physical age out of her bag. Since she was hurried to get here, Mary hadn't the time to think much about the type of clothes she should get and immediately got it out of reflex. Now that she's looking at it again, however, Mary realises that Moran had always dressed herself in men clothing, something that might have been her preferences. Hanging her head down, Mary apologies to the woman in front of her.]

... I'm sorry. I got here as fast as I can and hadn't the time to ask what type of clothes you prefer. I-I can go exchange it if you don't like it.

...It's fine.

[Without waiting, she calmly tugs the dress out of her hand. It's a good size for her and nothing gaudy, but above all, she would like to continue wearing her uniform.

Mary has always been insistent, mothering children and worrying over her friends. Except now that she is on the receiving end of such unwanted concern, it's only severely grating.

She continues to stand there, waiting for the girl to turn her back.]

[Opening her mouth to say something, Mary reluctantly turns around. She still thinks it would be easier if she helps Moran changes, but perhaps she should give Moran her privacy for now, at least.

Of course, if she believes that the other woman really needs her help, then...well, they both were in a bath together once before. It... probably won't be too embarrassing, right?]

[She might hear the rustle of clothes as she allows her trousers to fall in a heap, then starts to lift her jacket over her head. Despite the heaviness of the material, she manages to get it off after a few long moments.

Next the dress, which is relatively easier to slip on, buttoning up the front with nimble fingers, glad to be in something that actually fit.

That doesn't mean she likes the garment itself, though. Petticoats itch and the skirt flares out far too much to be very modest.]

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