<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/izuuuzuzuu_zps5e4b48941_zps6b1bd09c.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Izu scowled a bit as the girl moved over to the pile of clothing and sat in it, pouting the whole time. The young man had about had it with Alida and her lack of, what he assumed was, common sense. It seemed strange that he had to actually take some initiative to try and explain that the strange girl needed to clothe herself if she wanted to go outside, then again, it seemed like expecting anything except the unusual from this girl was a fruitless idea.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Not what I meant.... But small steps I guess."</span></span>Izu mumbled to himself as Alida grabbed a nearby blanket, wrapping herself in it like a human burrito. Izu raised a brow, still feeling incredibly irritated with the girl, as the girl started to worm her way across the floor.<br/><br/>Izu slacked his jaw slightly and tilted his head in a,<span style="font-style: italic">what the fuck are you doing</span>, sort of way. Then, it started. Alida began to throw around his name and other words she had heard him speak. For someone who didn't know his language, she seemed to be able to repeat whatever she heard with ease. It was obvious that she had no idea what she was saying though, expect for his name.<span style="color: #408000"><span style="font-weight: bold">“Izuuu. Naked. Shit. Fuck. Clothes. Outside. Izzzuuuuu…”</span></span>She said, trying to convey only god knows what.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for Alida to slink into some sort of depression, bringing the blanket over her face, saying something in her native tongue. It was obvious that the girl was displeased with how Izu was acting. From his attitude to his lack of desire to go outside, Izu must have seemed like an awfully horrible person.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Fine... We'll go outside, on a few conditions."</span></span>Izu started as he maneuvered over to the burrito that was Alida, unraveling her naked body onto the cold floor. The young man had grabbed some of clothes that were tossed on the floor, then began to dress Alida in them, much to her protest. His hands glided over her body with less hesitance now, most likely due to just not giving a shit about the details anymore.<br/><br/>When finished, Alida was dressed in a loose button up shirt and a baggy pair of jeans that were held up by a tight belt. Izu stepped back and examined the strange girl, then frowned,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Great. Now you look homeless. Fantastic."</span></span>he said with a slight sigh before dressing in clothing appropriate for the weather. Izu didn't bother waiting for the girl, nor did he try to argue against her desire to be outside, it would be useless anyways.<br/><br/>The sound of an opening door filled the small apartment, followed by Izu calling out,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Let's go Alida. Only for a little bit. You're drunk and I'm in no mood to be outside this early in the morning."</span></span>He stated, holding open the door for the girl. Once they were outside, he locked the door and made his way down the stairs, reluctantly helping Alida all the way down. It wasn't that he actually minded lending her a hand, it was that being nice didn't come naturally to him. Izu had to actually think on what he should do to be nice, where as being a dick just came so naturally.<br/><br/>Izu lead the girl out around to the back of the large apartment buildings where a small isolated playground resided. It was old, rusted and obviously needed a few greasings here and there, but it would have to do. Izu wasn't about to walk around town with Alida looking like a homeless girl. She would have to make do with this.