Of this entire adventure, Britannia would have to say that the time spent in the broom closet was probably the most uncomfortable. If only because her boss had so many pointy angles and all of them seemed to find their way to her chest or stomach. Still, the fact that he was doing this wasn't missed. As much as she whined or complained about Ricardo and his descendants, it could also be said that never once had they failed to help her when her existence was endangered. Impure motives or not, it was the actions that meant the most.
The pajamas, however, were the unexpected part. That was a step made not out of necessity and it had her flustered for a moment, wondering exactly how to react. The longer she thought about it, the more she began to have that same confused feeling she'd had when playing soccer with Spain. A pleasant feeling that she couldn't identify the source of. Like then, she quickly decided that dwelling on such thoughts were unhealthy and banished them to the recesses of her mind.
As for the pajamas... he had a point. It would be more comfortable and she could change out of her sweat soaked clothes. If getting to the facilities building had been hard, then getting into the Prefects' HQ had been hell and it showed on her strained and pale face as she reached up and tried to pull her shirt over her head.
From now on, button up shirts only. She thought miserably as her body instantly protested, causing her to curse softly and curl up on herself.
And behind all the pain and exhaustion- anger. She hated being this weak and it was even more frustrating to know there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.
"Do you have bandages?" She finally gasped out after a moment. Anything to keep him from turning and seeing the state she was in. "I don't want to... bleed on a new set of clothes."
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The pajamas, however, were the unexpected part. That was a step made not out of necessity and it had her flustered for a moment, wondering exactly how to react. The longer she thought about it, the more she began to have that same confused feeling she'd had when playing soccer with Spain. A pleasant feeling that she couldn't identify the source of. Like then, she quickly decided that dwelling on such thoughts were unhealthy and banished them to the recesses of her mind.
As for the pajamas... he had a point. It would be more comfortable and she could change out of her sweat soaked clothes. If getting to the facilities building had been hard, then getting into the Prefects' HQ had been hell and it showed on her strained and pale face as she reached up and tried to pull her shirt over her head.
From now on, button up shirts only. She thought miserably as her body instantly protested, causing her to curse softly and curl up on herself.
And behind all the pain and exhaustion- anger. She hated being this weak and it was even more frustrating to know there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.
"Do you have bandages?" She finally gasped out after a moment. Anything to keep him from turning and seeing the state she was in. "I don't want to... bleed on a new set of clothes."