<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Junk/a3e78b33-5cae-43cf-bca0-7bdc0488116b_zpskyozpugo.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Junk/cooltext117506316786206_zpsnqy2zyuh.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/>The two glanced at each other for a bit, holding their gaze until Paislee looked the creature over once again. She gave a sigh, rubbing her forehead, "We'll just continue to argue in circles at this rate. I believe our definitions of danger may be different, but it doesn't really matter--now does it?" She didn't wait for a response though, instead taking the plates off the table and putting them in the sink, "We'll go to town today to get you some clothes--I assume you'd prefer clothes, yes? This will be our first test." Orca didn't have much to say, just nodding in silence to show that he understood her words. The young woman began to clean their plates, her movements slow and lacking focus. "I have to make some deliveries first. Have to receive my payments before we can purchase anything...I also have to meet with someone," she explained as she rinsed the last bit of dishes in the sink, putting them onto a rack to dry. Orca wanted to ask for some more details on this contact, but knew the information she would part with would bring him no closer to understanding.<br/><br/>Finally, Paislee turned around, drying her hands on her shirt. "I'm going to go get some day clothes on and look for something that you might be able to wear...hopefully...who knew there were beings as tall as you?" As Paislee rambled on about clothes and Orca's unusual size, she made her way back towards her room, her voice fading as she went. When the young creature was sure she was far enough away, he began to hack and cough violently. His stomach churned as the recently ingested food settled, causing Orca to lurch over a trash can and violently vomit the food back up. He heaved a second time, but nothing came up. Once he was sure nothing else would come out, he washed out his mouth with some synthetic water from the faucet. It tasted strange, though he had become used to it in the time he had been a gladiator in the pits. A few minutes passed and eventually Paislee came back out wearing a white elbow sleeve shirt, soft grey harem pants, and a matching grey hijab. She seemed out of place in her own living room, but in Bastiel she would blend in quite well--which was the entire point...though as she looked up at Orca, she realized it hardly mattered what she wore to blend in, he would certainly draw attention to them.<br/><br/>Paislee let out a sigh and began to put on her gladiator style sandals, making sure that the straps were fastened securely. "I couldn't find anything for you to wear..." she muttered as she finished strapping one sandal up, "but I suppose you did well enough with that towel for us to venture out in public...I'm sorry." Orca shrugged. He was used to not having much to wear normally, so this fact didn't bother him in the least. It didn't take her too long to finish with her shoes and then she stood, grabbing a satchel by the door and stuff some items into it. She shouldered it, then looked up to Orca, "Ready to go?" The young creature nodded, following the young woman out of her home, and down the street.<br/><br/>People stopped and gawked at him, their gaze often wide with either fear or curiosity. Some people didn't even pay attention to the young creature, though most had enough sense to stay clear of him. The one exception to this was a small child, a little girl likely around six years old. She ran right up Orca, stopping directly in front of him, looking up into his lively gaze. "You're really tall Mr. Fish! How tall are you?" She asked in a curious tone. He stood silent for a long awkward moment before kneeling down so that he wouldn't need to speak loudly. "This one hasn't checked in a while. It wasn't that long ago though that this one was a little tadpole such as yourself, not much taller either." Orca said with a slight hum, giving his words an exotic sound. The little girl beamed a smile, "You're funny Mr. Fish! Where are you from?" She asked, a woman shouting in the background. Orca smiled a little, placing a hand on the child's head. "This one is from somewhere very far from here, or so he was told." The little girl was about to ask another question, but was silence as she was yanked away from behind, into the arms of a furious woman. "Keep your monster on a leash and away from my child," she shouted before turning tail and running.<br/><br/>Orca flattened his ears, though it wasn't an action of hostility. The hum had stopped, until the little girl looked over the older woman's shoulder and waved to the young creature. His ears perked back up instantly, his tail popping into the air and waving to the girl. "This one can't recall ever speaking to such a small human before. Your species children can be quite cute, though a little too trusting." Orca said, adding that last part on after a slight pause.<br/><br/>"So where will you be leading this one...?"