3 ※ Accidental video/text

[zothiquekey]

[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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[zothiquekey]

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.]

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[murderiwrote]

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.

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[zothiquekey]

...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.]

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[murderiwrote]

[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?]

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[zothiquekey]

[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.]