This Could be Anywhere in the would, but it's in Karakura (Charlise/Closed.)

Charlise continued to sob on the boy as he comforted her. She hadn't ever had this kind of contact in her entire existence. It felt... Lovely. Something else rose from within her; relief. Finally being allowed to let it all out, to be, well... Human, in a sense. The emotions were so overwhelming she almost couldn't handle it. She didn't even think of the spectacle she was causing in the general area; crying girls weren't exactly the norm in the modern era.

Of course, she was then pulled to a woman's clothing store, stumbling a bit at first with the sudden pulling. Soon she was walking through the store with him, soon she was being pulled on to a dressing room as he had made his selection. She then was given the impression to well, go inside and try the clothes on. She did as told, walking into the little room, fiddling with the latch until it made a click noise. She sighed gently, guessing that meant it was locked.

Soon she removed her dress (being a rather complicated process considering the amount of things tied together.) but paused for a moment, looking in the mirror at herself. Her eyes watering quite profusely was second fiddle to the large, empty, gaping hole in her chest. When she first woke up she had the hole, and didn't understand how she was still alive. She slowly reached her hand into the hole, just to make sure it was really there. Indeed it was, considering her hand was coming out the other side, and she could clasp and unclasp it. She sighed, instead focusing at the task at hand.

Through her watery eyes she stared at the outfits. She took one glance at each maid outfit and simply cringed. Was modern wear this... Frilly? These outfits were fit for little girls but... Not women. To her knowledge women had to dress properly, but not too outstanding or outlandish. If she wasn't royalty or of importance she'd be taken for a fool. She tossed them aside, rubbing her eyes as she sniffled a bit. Her raw emotion was ongoing indeed, but it was beginning to wear thin. She held onto the dress, giving it a thorough examination. It was a rather lovely reddish brown, being quite plain in design. Nothing too flashy, nothing too outstanding, at least to her. Perfect. She soon was putting on the dress until she heard a slosh... Splat! noise behind her, like someone had swished water around then dropped it.

She slowly turned around to see what caused the noise, looking around before her vibrant gaze fell to the floor when she heard the noise again. She quickly caught her breath when she saw the source of the noise.



It was a tiny... Creature that Charlise couldn't identify. She'd never seen anything like it in her entire life. Whatever it was, it was trying to rise off the floor in a floating motion, but continuously failing. It got a little closer each time, but still returned into a puddle formation on the floor, but less like water and more like jelly.

She quickly turned around, attempting to ignore it for now as she examined herself in the mirror. She sighed gently, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the short sleeves. She looked to the jacket, flinching when she heard the noise again.
"One second.." She mumbled, slowly picking up the long sleeved, kind of cute jacket. It had rather large wood-like plastic buttons and it was a dark shade of red. She thought of it more for a boy to wear, but she slowly slipped it on, staring at her reflection.

The outfit pulled together, quite well actually. With another wave of relief, she even felt... A little happiness. She felt good with her appearance for once, well, not particularly overjoyed, but much better than being in that worn outfit. She slowly looked back to the creature still attempting lift off on the floor, almost getting it's small, fragile body off the floor. She bent down, taking the rather wet and squishy creature in her hands. It was so tiny it could fit into the palm of her hand, but not too small to be viewed. It was a frail thing, still attempting to move by itself, though this time Charlise had heard a gentle yet distorted coo. She didn't know what it was, but it was gently wrapping one of it's little appendages around her pinkie, very gently, as if conscious thought was put into not hurting her.

"K-Kaito?" She unlocked the door, beckoning the boy in, "You... May want to see this. I am decent, though."