[Red knew all about needing to 'adjust' clothing to suit one's needs. And she would make it up to her, really.
The two head back inside, and it's not too long before she's finally (and thankfully) off her feet. Her coat is dirty with blood, though she doesn't take it off just yet. She looks around and... oh, pencil and paper? Red will just help herself to that.]
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The two head back inside, and it's not too long before she's finally (and thankfully) off her feet. Her coat is dirty with blood, though she doesn't take it off just yet. She looks around and... oh, pencil and paper? Red will just help herself to that.]
I owe you one.