<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://s300.photobucket.com/user/SociallyToxicBeauty/media/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #408000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alida</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"You're good. You have things to offer me, you just need to think like a man. Other than that, just make yourself useful. Clean up after yourself. Learn to cook. Learn more words and their meanings. Stop breaking my clocks," </span>Izu said, his tone changing slightly towards the end. Alida was beginning to realize that Izu tended to use an odd tone when he joked, but other time it wasn't as easy to pick up on. Even now, she wondered if he was playing or if he was serious, and so she tried to respond neutrally,<span style="color: #408000">"Alida not break clocks again...Alida not man..." </span><br/><br/>Izu smiled, his lips tugging lazily as he spoke once more,<span style="color: #BF0000">"Stop rushing yourself, Alida. I've come to terms with the fact that things are just going to be this way. You should too."</span>It was then he decided to stand, groaning as he went and Alida gave a small frown, eyes filled with concern. She watched his form carefully as he rinsed off his plate, letting his hand fall to his side. When he came back, he put the injured hand on his hip and stared Alida down,<span style="color: #BF0000"> "Seriously though. Stop worrying about it. Sure, you're a massive pain to take care of. You eat my food and cause me a ton of stress... But you're nice to look at, and I've grown accustomed to the constant fear of what you may do next."</span><br/><br/>He then came back to the sofa, this time choosing to lay on it. A tiny bit of fear crept into Alida's heart as she worried the sofa monster would eat him. He seemed to examine Alida and then pointed to the clothes he had gotten her,<span style="color: #BF0000"> "Does everything fit...?"</span>They were folded neatly in a pile as Alida had, at some point, taken them out of the dryer. Alida wrinkled her nose at the pile,<span style="color: #408000">"Alida not know. Alida not wear."</span>She seemed rather hesitant to put them on, but something in Izu's eyes made her reconsider her denial. She also figured that Izu had bought the clothes for her, so she might as well indulge him and wear the damn garments if only to make sure they fit.<br/><br/>She gave a sigh, standing and going off to rinse her plate just as Izu had done while mumbling about sofa monsters, then came back to stand in front of the pile of clothes as if she were being given a death sentence. She figured, though, that she did have to get used to wearing them since she was stuck in Izu's world at the moment. She grabbed a pair of panties, putting them on easily enough. They were black, lacy, and only slightly more comfortable than other clothes she had worn before. She then grabbed a matching bra, examining it for a moment and then looking at Izu,<span style="color: #408000">"Izu...?"</span>She seemed to be at a loss as to how the bra worked. The woman at the store had guaranteed the bra would fit, but that was all Alida really knew about the damned thing.<br/><br/><span style="color: #408000">"Izu not have..." </span>Alida said with a bit of confusion and a little bit of suspision. What was the point of this particular clothing? She had never seen Izu wear such a contraption. The panties, she knew, were like Izu's underwear, just a different shape--but the bra? Izu didn't own one and he never made her wear one before. What was the point of it?