Morning After

[Devyn Solway]

It was the morning after going to her Junior Prom with Zoe. It had been Zoe’s Senior Prom, but that was just a small little detail that was not all that important. What was important was the fact that Zoe had drank spiked punch at the prom, getting herself nice and tipsy and ultimately ending up a little drunk. Devyn brought back Zoe to her room like any good girlfriend would do since she only had a little of the punch and while she was a lightweight, she was not nearly as much of a light weight as Zoe was. Not that it was a big deal but Devyn already had a feeling that Zoe was going to have a nice hangover when she would wake up in the morning. That was part of the reason why Devyn had not left her dorm room in the middle of the night. She left her bedroom to make herself something to eat and interacted with Vera for a while, but in the end she remained in her dorm room. Knowing that Zoe was going to be hangover, it was only right that she would look after her.

Sure Devyn still wanted and knew that she was going to end up breaking with Zoe soon, but that didn’t mean she didn’t care about the other girl. They were friends first after all and Devyn would look after her drunken friends as well. It was just in her nature to look after and protect those she cared about. She had set her alarm on her phone early so that way she would give herself enough time to actually wake up to be able to look after Zoe when she would wake. Devyn was a slow to rise out of bed after all, so she needed all the time she could get. Luckily Prom was not on a school night or anything so they didn’t have any classes to worry about today. Devyn had her phone on vibrate and in her pocket so that it would not wake Zoe hopefully. Granted since she was lying down with Zoe close to her, it was likely that Zoe might feel the vibration of the phone. Devyn didn’t really remember what time she set her phone to go off, but it buzzed for a while and Devyn slowly stirred.

Devyn first letting out a low groan; just wishing that she did not have to get up just yet, but the buzzing kept going, causing Devyn to let out a deep sigh as she would move to get away from Zoe so she could slowly sit up. Reaching into her pajama pants that she had fallen asleep in she pulled out her phone and turned off the alar. Letting out a long yawn as she messed with her hair, green eyes blinking sleepily, and her free hand messing with her white wife beater or t-shirt to those who did not like that name. Devyn had called them wife beaters her whole life and it never really dawned on her what that name implied, but she was getting better at just saying t-shirt. Just sometimes she thought of like a band t-shirt when she heard the word t-shirt. So was tank top a better word? Why am I thinking about this right now? Devyn asked herself a little confused.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe did not drink. She just generally avoided alcohol and everything to do with it, instead preferring something lighter. Oh, there had been a few here and there, as there always was with someone her age. But on the whole, drinking and Zoe did not mix. Yet she'd indulged at prom, indulged to such an extent that everything that happened was something of a fuzzy memory. Zoe still remembered what she did, remembered pretty well everything that happened, but it was less like she'd lived it and more like she'd watched a particularly vivid television program with a start that looked and acted somewhat like Zoe herself.

The morning came, and Zoe did not move. Devyn would likely take notice, as Zoe had always been something of an early riser. After all, Zoe as always chirping about living in the moment and embracing sunshine in the dark, cheerfully morbid before meeting Devyn and more just plain cheerful after they'd settled in. The girl didn't move though, didn't even really flinch. The phone didn't wake her either. No, it was the movement of what amounted to Zoe's pillow and cuddle-buddy.

Zoe groaned as consciousness reared its ugly friend. It brought cotton-mouth along for the ride, as well as a heavy dosing of light-sensitivity and one of the worst cases of nausea that Zoe had experienced for some time. She groaned, bringing an arm up to block out her eyes, curling up. She realized that she had apparently changed into one of Devyn's shirts and nothing else, but that only dimly registered, what with the whole urge to vacate the contents of her stomach in a hurry.

"Devyn?" she croaked, peeling open one eye, practically feeling crust on it, "I don't feel very well... I think I need a bucket..." because it was that or puke on the sheets, since Zoe could definitely feel it coming up, one way or the other.

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn recalled what she did the night when she woke up in the middle of the night. She had changed her clothing, put one of her shirts on Zoe; because it was always hot to see Zoe wearing her stuff, talked to Vera while she got something to eat, and then went back to bed. It had been easy to fall asleep pretty quickly with Zoe so close and how her girlfriend had basically went back to being merged with her and undisturbed. Even now as Devyn was working on waking up Zoe did not even move or stir and any other time Devyn would have been worried and checked to make sure Zoe was alive. Thankfully Zoe did stir after Devyn had set up and even a half awake Devyn could tell that Zoe looked like she was starting to feel the effects of having had something to drink the night before.

Zoe was lucky that Devyn as well had a light sensitivity so she had large black curtains that pretty much kept all the light out, but she had peeked outside last night so a stream of light as sneaking in that caused Devyn to blink a lot. Devyn basically had to crawl out of the bed, not being fully conscious yet ending up falling out of it with a thud and most likely would have remained there for a while. She had a curtain to fix however and then Zoe was speaking to her. A bucket? Oh trash can! Devyn's mind at least was slowly kicking in as she moved to get up, using her bed for support. She had placed everything she figured Zoe would need close by because she knew that she was slow at getting up so needed things close to help herself out a little bit. "Near the…" Devyn let out a yawn as she reached the waste basket and pulled the trashcan within range of Zoe. "Here." Devyn mumbled out as she moved to go fix the curtain so the room would be mostly dark.

She did not mind if Zoe got some in the sheets, she was going to have to change them after their activities last night. Even if things did not go all the way, sheets would still have to be changed. She just didn't want any to get on the floor because that would be a pain to deal with. She was just thankful she didn't have anything to drink because even if she did not always get sick after, if Zoe puked then Devyn would surly lose whatever she had in her stomach. For now however she sat back down on the bed to rub at Zoe's back while she worked on waking up.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Zoe's stomach moved again, roiling mightily. The contents were going to come up, one way or the other. Thankfully, Devyn produced a waste bin in time. Zoe grabbed it and pulled it, soon unleashing the contents of her stomach into it. She hadn't even paused to take a look of what lay inside, to see if she should be avoiding anything or should be concerned or anything like that. There hadn't been time. Now the contents were covered in, well, the contents of Zoe's stomach, which, fortunately, appeared to consist mostly of liquids.

Not something to look at though. Zoe looked away, blinking and trying to find her girlfriend. She felt a hand on her back, which told her to look around. Sure enough, there was Devyn. Zoe smiled ruefully at her girlfriend. "I think I drank a wee bit too much last night," she said, before ducking her head down for round two. At least Zoe took some consolation in the fact that said action happened to be mercifully quiet. Just a little sound, and of course the splatter.

"How much did I drink? it didn't seem like much," she wrinkled her nose and winced. At least her head didn't hurt overmuch, and she was certain the cotton mouth feeling would dissipate in time, surely.

[Devyn Solway]

There was nothing important in the trash can, just some crumpled up papers and maybe a pencil. Not like she had anything important in a trash can, being normally careful about not throwing anything important away. There was that one time where she through a gift away, but that had been on purpose so it didn't really count. Zoe did her thing with being all sick and losing whatever was in her stomach into the trash can. Devyn was not easily made sick or anything but that did not mean she wanted to watch or hear what was all happening to Zoe. If she had been more awake she would have been less inclined to be as close as she was to Zoe; however, she was more on the sleepy side so she was fine sitting here rubbing Zoe's back and she well got sick. Devyn rubbed at her eyes and let out another yawn, still rubbing her girlfriend’s back as she blinked a few more times to help herself wake up a bit more.

She did catch what she thought was a smile from Zoe and gave a head nod, brain not working fully to be able to return a smile back. "Well for how thin you are, it’s not really a surprise that you are a light weight." Devyn pointed out, funny how she could at least think and speak when she was just waking up. It was more so things that involved moving that she was a bit slow on. Zoe got sick again and Devyn just patted her back and started to hum something. One of the songs she remembered her dad singing to her when she didn't feel well. She was not even thinking to hum that specific song and just started humming it. Stopping when another question about how much she had drank and thinking that she did not drink that much. Zoe had like, only a cup right? Devyn scratched her head, trying to recall and was pretty sure it was just one cup of the punch.

"You didn't have that much, it was just a really powerful mix." Devyn pointed out because it had been a very powerful mix. Devyn was just used to drinking one and off so it was not that big of a deal to her body that was also a lightweight oddly enough. She then moved to stand up, already having everything ready that she would need for Zoe close by. Grabbing the pile of napkins, a bottle of water, and a few pills for Zoe. Devyn personally knew that she had a headache when she ended up with a hangover. "I have some crackers for you too, but these pills are easy on an upset stomach." Devyn pointed out, holding out the napkins first as she waited for Zoe to be done losing her insides.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Zoe winced as Devyn pointed out her thinness again. That did seem to be a regular issue with her, though Zoe couldn't understand why. Despite appearances, this was not something that Zoe did regularly. In fact, as she vomited into the trash can, she couldn't help but wonder how someone could be so desperate as to actually want to do this to themselves on the regular. Strangely though, she heard something else coming from Devyn, some strange humming, a song that Zoe didn't recognize. It brought a smile to Zoe's lips; not because the tune was particularly jaunty or anything, but simply because it meant that Devyn cared enough to, well, hum.

"Quite potent," said Zoe, looking at the trash can and wincing. She seemed to vaguely recall having at least three cups, but did she drink them all? The night had mostly been a very, very pleasant blur. She glanced over her shoulder at the bed, noting its rumbled status, and looked down at herself. Yes, she remembered all that, and she was just now beginning to feel the embarrassment that came from her rather forward actions last night. Well, Devyn most likely appreciated it.

the thought of food nearly made Zoe want to vomit again, and she already began shaking her head. "The water, please," she said, extending a hand, a bared hand. Zoe nearly groaned at that. Did she keep any gloves in Devyn's room? she should, or at least vials of antidote. Antidote, had Zoe told Devyn about that? She had some in her room; Devyn should...

okay, thinking did not feel good right now. Zoe hung her head again, wincing. "Ugh, this is precisely why I don't drink very often," she said, wrinkling her nose, "that and I made a fool of myself last night." And she got the added bonus of more or less remembering everything too. Joy.

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn didn't think Zoe was the type of girl that would be worried about her weight and want to be thin. She could not see Zoe making herself sick or anything like that in order to fit some twisted ideal woman figure. Devyn actually like people in general to have at least some meat on them that they did not look like they would blow away in the wind. No, Zoe might have been an emotional girl, but Devyn didn't see her doing anything other than crying and being depressed or what have you if something bad happened. That was what typically happened anyways whenever something bad happed to Zoe, Devyn, or the both of them. Zoe would cry and cling to Devyn and then after some words and physical comfort things would be better again. Devyn planned to always remain there for Zoe as a friend for sure.

The humming was a song about a little prince that Devyn's dad had made up about her and while it did not really apply to Zoe in this situation, she just felt like it help maybe. It always helped her feel better when her dad would sing it to her. Devyn didn't really recall how much Zoe had to drink, she just knew that Zoe was pretty much drunk when they had left prom. Even with Zoe's drunkenness, it had not bothered Devyn all that much because well how the night ended with Zoe and how Zoe had been very forward. The images and just the feeling in the back of Devyn's mind even while her mind started to kick into gear the longer she sat there more or less awake. There was Zoe to think about right now and making sure that she got through this whole hangover without too much complication. She turned down the food and just wanted the water. Devyn going to hand it over to Zoe, not bothered by her gloveless hands as she held out napkins for Zoe.

Her mind wondering for a second what things of Zoe's did she have in her room. Noting that she was probably going to have to go to Zoe's room to pick up a few things, unless Zoe wanted her to take her back to her own room. Devyn was fine with either option, knowing that if she took Zoe back to her own room she likely return back to her bed to sleep. Zoe hung her head low and then voiced why she did not drink often, Devyn chuckling at the words. "You have to drink more if you want to build a tolerance." Devyn said, but Zoe would already know that most likely. Devyn snickered as Zoe said that she embarrassed herself last night. "You were very handsy. A lot of people had some of the punch so I doubt many even remember the night." Devyn pointed out as she gave Zoe's back another rub and then offered the pills to her. "Will help with the headache if you want them. Need me to get you anything?" Devyn offered since moving would help get the blood flowing through her more and she would be able to wake up a little better.

Plus after giving pills, water, and napkins she didn't really know what else to do for a person to help them get through a hangover. Hold a girl's hair back was another thing, but Zoe had short hair, so that was nothing to worry about. Devyn eyes lingering on Zoe for a moment before taking the time to admire Zoe wearing her shirt. More or less staring.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Drink more, Devyn said. Zoe groaned at the thought, pinching her eyes shut and bending a little more toward her bucket. She felt another load coming up, and she quietly vomited while Devyn insisted that no one would remember her behavior last night. Of course Devyn would say it; Devyn seemed more than willing to support Zoe irregardless. Plus, she'd pretty well handed Zoe the trink.

"I'd better take some pills, and do you have anything for, um, upset tummies?" she winced and looked down. The water would help. So did Devyn massaging Zoe, for that matter. She let out another groan, lowering her head. She hugged the basket toward her, but took other things offered. Napkin, water, pills, she handled them all without losing her grip on the waste bin throughout.

Sighing, Zoe looked over at Devyn, realizing that, well, her girlfriend was staring. Zoe smiled weakly. "You honestly can't tell me that you're checking me out right now? I just woke up and started vomiting; I'm hardly..." she would've finished, but instead found herself groaning and facing the waste bin once more. This time, Zoe fought to keep herself steady, knowing that she couldn't just empty her stomach every time. There wasn't enough in there for one thing, and she didn't want Devyn to have to take her to the infirmary just to recover from drinking so much. This was embarrassing enough without having official medical records, thank you.

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn was willing to support Zoe in a great deal of things, as she was for her friends in things they needed support on. That was the job of a friend and a girlfriend, a job that she could do with ease. There was nothing complicated about supporting someone, you just were there for them and let them know that they could do it and everything would be okay. Plus Devyn was pretty confident that not many people would even remember how Zoe behaved at prom, and even if they did it didn't matter. Other people likely got drunk as well and might have behaved on a more or less naughty side of things. There was also the fact that Zoe was with Devyn so if anything people would be saying things about Devyn then they would about Zoe. They were already saying things about Devyn however, most of them vastly true so she was not going to lose sleep or have a cow over anything.

"These pills should help with all of that. I take them all the time when I get a hangover and I get them often, even more when summer break rolls around." Devyn admitted since that was when the summer parties started to happen and she went out more with the older kids to the parties. Thinking about it all was making her feel a little more awake as she started to smile. Zoe was letting out groans and keeping that trashcan close to her even while taking what Devyn had handed to her. Devyn would let Zoe do her own thing and made sure to remain close if need and do what she could in order to help Zoe feel better. She hoped that Zoe would at least fight the sick feeling a little bit. She would just get worse if she allowed herself to puke when she didn't really have anything in her stomach. Especially because Zoe was so thin and didn't eat that much to begin with. Devyn not really wanting to go to the infirmary, but would for Zoe if she needed to.

Either was she was staring at Zoe and was soon caught by her girlfriend which made her smile all innocent like. Zoe didn't get to finish her sentence and seemed like she was going to get sick again, but seemed to get some control over her body. That was not going to stop Devyn from responding however. "You are wearing only one of my shirts. It's kind of hard to not just look at you and think it’s hot. Granted you getting sick just means I won't try and do a little bit of what we did last night." Devyn informed Zoe, that sly smirk appearing on her face and then moving to stand up and start stretching. Get her bloods flowing and her body loose.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Take the pills. Well, Zoe did, more than used to taking medication at this point. Swallowed them with the water and then went back to focusing on not losing the contents of her stomach. Should be easy enough, all things considered. She had heard Devyn's comments about summer parties, and she had to admit to feeling just the slightest bit of dread. Devyn liked parties; Zoe... well, she didn't mind parties. They made her nervous though, with her ability. But Dr. Campbell had already developed an antidote, and there was supposed to be a preventative coming along soon a well.

Still, Zoe had to tease Devyn about the staring, and Devyn responded almost in kind. A little color came to Zoe's cheeks, but she still lowered her head to look into the trashcan, taking several deep breaths, attempting to force herself to be as calm as she possibly could. "I did like what we did last night," she admitted, looking over at Devyn, "apparently a little too much."

Zoe took another deep breath, closing her eyes. Her stomach seemed to be settling, and while her body still throbbed, everything felt a little dimmer. She wasn't sure she'd ever lose the cottony feeling in her mouth; okay, maybe not ever, but that just struck her as something that would have to be washed away with time. Now that she'd settled, Zoe could feel various aches and pains of a different sort, the kind that made her flush and lower her head again. She stared at the trashcan, wondering what she should say or do next. moving was most certainly not an option; not in the slightest.

[Devyn Solway]

Zoe had made quick work of the pills and Devyn was not even sure how she did it with such ease. Devyn didn't like taking medication; to the point that it might as well been considered a fear of hers, but she did take them when she needed them. She just made sure that she was the one to buy them from the store, making sure the caps were fully sealed and that no one every touched any of her medication bottles. Not that she had many of them, but the few she did have she had hidden away so that no one could get their hands on them. It was her mother’s faults she was like that about pills and needles, but Zoe seemed fine with it more or less. Devyn closing the cap and going to put them back away in her hidden spot in the bathroom. It was not outright hidden or anything, it was in the bathroom's little cabin, but she put it in a larger case that she had blacked out so you could not really see what was in it unless you opened it, but in bed red letters she had wrote 'DONT TOUCH' on the casing.

Devyn was pretty sure she saw the makings of some blushing appearing on Zoe's face, but was not sure since Zoe lowered her head again. Devyn hoping Zoe was not going to end up wasting the pills and for the most part it seemed like Zoe had managed to keep them down. Devyn did start to smirk a little at Zoe admitted that she did like what they did last night, adding the little too much part. Devyn chuckled slightly as she went back over and sat down on the bed. "I enjoyed it as well. Was worried a bit that I was going to end up going too far, but that tingly feeling was pretty much a good warning if I was." Devyn pointed out with a small nod, still wishing she didn't have to hold back and that a sheet did not have to be used to keep them apart, but had to make sacrifices for Zoe's power. "Going to have to change and wash my sheets to." Devyn pointed out, giving Zoe a sly grin for a moment before going silent as Zoe closed her eyes and was taking some deep breaths.

There was silence then; with Zoe just staring at the trashcan and Devyn blinking at her, keeping the silence for a moment. "I don't know how you can even look at the trashcan after getting sick. Kind of want to go toss it if you think you are done getting sick." Devyn pointed out, because really she would have wanted to get away from her inside in a can. Then again Devyn more or less always made it to her bathroom to puke in her toilet and not her trashcan, so she had always been able to flush and be done with it. Luckily she always put a bag in her trash cans, so getting rid of Zoe's waste would be easy enough.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Zoe smiled as Devyn concurred on the point of enjoying what they'd done. Of course Devyn enjoyed it; what they'd done last night counted among one of Devyn's favorite activities. Zoe was tempted to teasingly point out as much, but she found her stomach churning again. "It's always good," she mumbled instead, not even sure that Devyn heard her.

Though mentioning sheets did make it seem like at least Devyn's mind had remained focused on... things. Zoe flushed and ducked down further, almost looking like she wanted to crawl into the trashcan. Devyn seemed to tease her about it, and Zoe turned her head to give Devyn an apologetic look. "I don't handle having an upset tumm---stomach well," she replied. She paled, then moved her head down again, taking several deep breaths, her eyes closed. No, she didn't do good with having a queasy stomach well at all, though looking at her own offings didn't seem to bother Zoe all that much.

She opened her eye, taking a deep breath again, even fidgeted a little. "Did you--should I maybe head to the bathroom?" she asked, turning to dare look at Devyn again. Zoe kept looking toward the bed sheet, not quite able to meet Devyn in the eyes, and she fidgeted. Strangely, she didn't tug at her clothing or anything, so at least the girl had priorities now, or had come a little further out of the closet her shell.

[Devyn Solway]

Yes, what they had done was on Devyn's list of favorite activities to do, and for very good reason. It felt great and just in general it was...how was the best way to describe it? Devyn would have to think about it a little more and just knew that she enjoyed it. Zoe was no pro still, but the practice clearly had paid off, and while Devyn was still slightly frustrated at the fact that she could not go all the way and that they didn't have actual skin to skin contact, she would deal with it. For now. Not even hearing what Zoe had mumbles as her thoughts were still a little more so on what they had done last night. Still not fully over the fact that Zoe had been the one to more or less say 'yes, i want this, let’s go'. Pushing Devyn back onto the bed even for everything that would end up following. Devyn did catch the flushing, she pretty much always did, and even more so now that she was more or less watching Zoe.

After having done her walking around to get everything and stretching out, she was more or less awake now. Awake and already thinking what she was going to end up needing to do today. She honestly figured she just wait to wash the sheets, but would at least change then. Then possibly cook herself something to eat and make Zoe something light for later if Zoe felt up for it. Already wondering if Zoe planned on staying over all day with Devyn while she worked on getting over her hangover. It was a weekend so there was nothing against it; Devyn just never had someone end up sleeping in her bed two nights in a row. Not unless she was in the infirmary or anything, but more or less in her room it was typically one night and then wait a few days until someone would end up in her bed. That was just how things always went, but that did not mean it was not impossible, she was just wondering how that would be. Waking up to someone after yet another night in her arms.

Devyn chuckled a little as Zoe started to say tummy but went with saying stomach instead. "Want me to rub your tummy?" Devyn said, half teasing a little, not trying to be mean or anything, nut she just found it cute. Heck, she might have said tummy once or twice before so could not really call Zoe a kid or anything for it. Even if Zoe was pretty much kid like, just had her moments of being well more on the adult side of things. There was some fidgeting, but Zoe was not looking right at Devyn, making her tilt her head a little to the side in confusion. Wondering what was up and more or less got her answer...or more so a question. "No, you can finish doing what you are doing with the trashcan and when you are done I'll take it out." Devyn said as she took one of the napkins and moved to wipe at Zoe's mouth before tossing the napkin into it. Then going to stand up and stretch a little bit again.

"Need me to get you anything in particular? Change of clothing perhaps, even if I very much like what you are wearing now." Devyn said with a sly smirk appearing on her face, but she didn't do anything, just moved towards the bathroom to brush her teeth and the like.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Zoe lowered her head further into the trashcan when Devyn teased her about the near verbal slip. Leave it to Devyn to not let something like that slide. Sure, Zoe could be confident and such from time to time, especially with alcohol flowing through her blood, but now, now she just wanted to curl up and let it all go. Her body just ached, though the pills were starting to work through. She just had to make sure to keep them down, which was proving to be quite a task right now.

Zoe felt a napkin touch her face and she leaned slightly, letting Devyn get as much of it as she could. The girl moaned and lowered her head again. She probably needed to try and get some more fluids in her, something besides water. Zoe racked her brain, trying to think of something, but her foggy, throbbing brain couldn't produce much of anything. She heard Devyn rise and her gaze shifted that way, watching her girlfriend rising up and then heading to the bathroom.

"I would like to wear my own clothes," agreed Zoe, her voice warbling. "Not that wearing yours is really that bad..." she looked away, flushing. It occurred to Zoe that she should probably at least try to get off the bed, so she worked her way to the edge and did precisely that, standing unsteadily and wobbling till she got to one of the chairs in the room, unceremoniously plopping down on it, wincing slightly as the trashcan shifted.

"I should probably also get something else to drink," she said, looking toward the bathroom, "like juice or something along those lines." And possibly something for her stomach, though Zoe wasn't sure she should mention that or not.

[Devyn Solway]

Zoe had done well to lean in a little and allow Devyn to wipe at her face. Devyn doing just that, making sure to not wipe at Zoe's face too roughly, and then throwing the garbage away. Zoe let out a groan, clearly not taking this hangover thing too well but honestly, whoever did? She had to have a headache, her stomach was upset, and to top it all off she probably was a little sore from the certain activates she and Devyn had done. Devyn was not really sore or anything, but he body was used to it after all, where Zoe's body was not. Proving the fact that she had not actually lied about still having her innocence, not that Devyn ever really doubted it. Zoe was just...well Zoe. Innocent, cute, child-like, and with that hidden side that either Zoe was hiding or it was just something that decided to appear out of Zoe once and a while. Devyn had enjoyed herself and did enjoy being around Zoe either way.

She was currently brushing her teeth as she messed with her hair, still more or less desiring to have it cut. She was at least going to trim it up a little bit so that it was not going to go to far past her shoulders or anything. With summer around the corner she really did want to cut it much shorter, but she recalled that Zoe liked her hair longer. It would not have taken long to grow back, so it would not have done much harm to cut it. She was in the middle of gargling mouthwash when Zoe pointed out that she would like to wear her own clothing, but wearing Devyn's was not all that bad. Spitting out the mouthwash into the sink and then wiping her mouth she leaned on the bathroom doorway and messed with her hair. "Alright, I'll go get something out of your room then. Do you put like your outfits together or is it fine if I grab the first thing I see?" Devyn asked, already feeling like if she was going to have to pick something out she was going to have a hard time doing so. She was half tempted to just ask Zoe to deal with wearing something of hers until she felt well enough to get her own clothing.

Never seen her in jeans before. Devyn thought to herself, figuring that it would be an interesting and probably a nice site to see Zoe wearing something other than shirts and dresses. Like how could she move in them or even feel comfortable in them? Devyn figured a shy person like Zoe would be worried about someone flipping her skirt, taking a peek underneath, or thinking it would be easy to get at Zoe. Zoe then pointed out that she needed something else to drink, like juice and Devyn gave a small nod. "I have um…capri suns, and some apple juice if you like any of that. Trying to eat maybe a fruit or crackers too might help." Devyn pointed out, knowing that she would always try to at least eat and drink something when she was not feeling well. Having a strong belief in sleeping and eating a lot helped you get better faster in all aspects. This was especially good for someone like Devyn who didn't like medication, needles, or anything that involved hospitals really.

Devyn then looked at Zoe for a moment, the desire to say something basically had her biting her tongue. Two things she wanted to say. One that would probably make Zoe very happy and the other would hurt her. It was like having the words at battle with one another; yen and yang, so Devyn just opted to not say anything and moved to find what she planned to wear that day. This consisted of her pulling out a pair of jeans and a shirt with a ninja on it out of her drawers.