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Noel looked stunned, blinking slowly at Willow. She shifted uncomfortably, those features revealing how she didn't know exactly what to say in response to such an open statement. Solitary confinement? What did this woman do?
"Now, you don't have to be nervous. I asked specifically for you." Willow continued on, as if oblivious to Noel's reaction. She glided toward the shorter girl with a faint smile, stopping beside her before starting to circle her almost lethargically. "Though it seems they didn't clean you up like I'd asked."
"I... Had a little, uhm, incident in the hallway."
"With Everett, I know. I'd have a talk with him, but that boy is really not worth the effort. I think Tonic would have a better chance at handling his type than I would." Willow stopped in front of Noel, her finger touching under the girl's chin softly in a command to lift her face. The albino was blushing, lips trembling apart before she licked them quickly and shut them in an effort to gain some semblence of control. "Mmm, we will have to do something about your hair."
"But I like my hair just fine..."
That statement earned a glare from the honey-skinned woman, those blue eyes narrowing faintly as her lips formed a straight line. Apparently that was not what Willow had wanted to hear, something that made Noel shuffle nervously once more. Maybe working in the kitchens wasn't so bad after all.
"It's not fitting at all, your hair makes you look so plain. However, we will start with clothing. I think that will be easier to manage, don't you?"
"I... I guess so." The murmered response was barely heard as Noel was lead toward the other side of that large room, her path stopping near a large bed as Willow tugged open a closet that hadn't been there before. Noel took this chance to look around once more, teeth nibbling at her bottom lip before the tall woman came back with a pile of folded clothes. She set them on the edge of her bed before flashing a reproving look toward her meek counterpart.
"Don't bite your lip, you'll chap it." Willow sounded almost like an older sister, had Noel paid close enough attention to notice. "Here, these should fit you alright. Change out of those nasty cast-offs."
"You mean right here?"
"Of course I mean right here. I've seen it all before, and I guarantee it won't impress me all that much." Willow gave something of a smile as those clothes were shoved into Noel's arms. "Now. Change."
"Now, you don't have to be nervous. I asked specifically for you." Willow continued on, as if oblivious to Noel's reaction. She glided toward the shorter girl with a faint smile, stopping beside her before starting to circle her almost lethargically. "Though it seems they didn't clean you up like I'd asked."
"I... Had a little, uhm, incident in the hallway."
"With Everett, I know. I'd have a talk with him, but that boy is really not worth the effort. I think Tonic would have a better chance at handling his type than I would." Willow stopped in front of Noel, her finger touching under the girl's chin softly in a command to lift her face. The albino was blushing, lips trembling apart before she licked them quickly and shut them in an effort to gain some semblence of control. "Mmm, we will have to do something about your hair."
"But I like my hair just fine..."
That statement earned a glare from the honey-skinned woman, those blue eyes narrowing faintly as her lips formed a straight line. Apparently that was not what Willow had wanted to hear, something that made Noel shuffle nervously once more. Maybe working in the kitchens wasn't so bad after all.
"It's not fitting at all, your hair makes you look so plain. However, we will start with clothing. I think that will be easier to manage, don't you?"
"I... I guess so." The murmered response was barely heard as Noel was lead toward the other side of that large room, her path stopping near a large bed as Willow tugged open a closet that hadn't been there before. Noel took this chance to look around once more, teeth nibbling at her bottom lip before the tall woman came back with a pile of folded clothes. She set them on the edge of her bed before flashing a reproving look toward her meek counterpart.
"Don't bite your lip, you'll chap it." Willow sounded almost like an older sister, had Noel paid close enough attention to notice. "Here, these should fit you alright. Change out of those nasty cast-offs."
"You mean right here?"
"Of course I mean right here. I've seen it all before, and I guarantee it won't impress me all that much." Willow gave something of a smile as those clothes were shoved into Noel's arms. "Now. Change."