[It’s always Liem’s pleasure to be of service to someone he knows, someone he likes. He leaves her at the washroom door, making sure she’s not in any danger of falling into the room and cracking her head on one of the washroom fixtures before withdrawing. She can close the door if she likes, but it faces away from most of the rest of the space, so he is quickly out of sight regardless, padding away in search of clothing appropriate for a rather small woman.
Admittedly, the pickings in Liem’s home are rather slim. He has what would probably be—at least to Hayame—an embarrassing wealth of clothing for himself, which should be obvious enough given that none of it looks the same and he switches his outfits frequently. Most of his own things, however, won’t remotely fit a woman eight inches shorter than him and quite differently shaped.
In the end, he makes do. The stockings will probably still fit sufficiently, and he acquired a few pairs of spare slippers for guests after D had to visit in just his bare feet. One of these is small enough that it should probably fit her acceptably. The rest… well, he brings a few different garments down, and figures he’ll give Hayame her pick.
Admittedly, it takes him longer than just a few moments to come back, but it is not much longer. He returns promptly enough, pausing just outside the washroom door and knocking gently.]
Hayame? I brought some things for you. I wasn’t sure what you’d prefer to wear, so you have some options. They’re bound to be somewhat ill-fitting, though, for which I apologize.
[He hadn’t been expecting to need to provide spare clothes as well as slippers.]
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[It’s always Liem’s pleasure to be of service to someone he knows, someone he likes. He leaves her at the washroom door, making sure she’s not in any danger of falling into the room and cracking her head on one of the washroom fixtures before withdrawing. She can close the door if she likes, but it faces away from most of the rest of the space, so he is quickly out of sight regardless, padding away in search of clothing appropriate for a rather small woman.
Admittedly, the pickings in Liem’s home are rather slim. He has what would probably be—at least to Hayame—an embarrassing wealth of clothing for himself, which should be obvious enough given that none of it looks the same and he switches his outfits frequently. Most of his own things, however, won’t remotely fit a woman eight inches shorter than him and quite differently shaped.
In the end, he makes do. The stockings will probably still fit sufficiently, and he acquired a few pairs of spare slippers for guests after D had to visit in just his bare feet. One of these is small enough that it should probably fit her acceptably. The rest… well, he brings a few different garments down, and figures he’ll give Hayame her pick.
Admittedly, it takes him longer than just a few moments to come back, but it is not much longer. He returns promptly enough, pausing just outside the washroom door and knocking gently.]
Hayame? I brought some things for you. I wasn’t sure what you’d prefer to wear, so you have some options. They’re bound to be somewhat ill-fitting, though, for which I apologize.
[He hadn’t been expecting to need to provide spare clothes as well as slippers.]