<div style="text-align: center">《Charles and Kyle》<br/>
Location: Dryden<br/>
Addressing: Sou <a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a> Carla, Bec <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>​</div><br/><s>
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</s>"She didn't try to steal anything. She just took all her clothes off in my living room and I don't have a female aid as witness." Kyle was uncomfortable with the situation. He didn't want rumors starting, or some idea going around that he fed into whatever she was going on about. Charles wasn't even around now to act as witness. Just him, Carla now, and whatever fucked up situation was taking up space in his home.<br/><br/>"She's.. not acting right and you're the one that fuckin' brought her here. Not to say we won't help her, but jesus fuckin' christ, the least you can do is help us get her settled. She may feel more comfortable, and quite frankly, the way she talks makes my skin crawl. She doesn't know us<i>at all. </i>What meds did she bring? How did she get them?<i>" </i><br/><br/>Luckily it wasn't long after that when Bec pulled up, Charles in tow. He'd filled her in on what he knew, and what the woman had said, though he had figured Carla would tell her the whole story.<br/><br/>"Anyone done anything to help the girl yet?" From what he could tell, Carla and Kyle were just standing there staring at one another, at some sort of impasse. Charles scoffed, picked up two of the buckets, and nudged the door open with his foot. He didn't look at the woman on his way by, just moved to light the furnace and readied the shower for her.<br/><br/>"Water heating for you.. So you can clean up. It's chilly in here. You'll be more comfortable. I'll find you some loose fitting clothes," Charles told Sou, holding his hand up to block his periphery as he moved about Kyle's place. Rifling through the man's drawers he found a large tshirt that the woman would be positively swimming in. He hung it on the doorknob of the tight bathroom, then moved to the threshold to peer out for Bec. He stepped out, holding the door almost closed, but listening for Sou inside.<br/><br/>"She's going to need a pair of.. womanly intimates. Found her a tshirt, but no underwear and her clothing is filthy."