Behind the Mask

Stormy Night (Part 3)

This had been a while ago, back to the present Ririka had now reached her destination, hence the whitehaired girl being stationed in front of the door behind which, past many layers of different stratas of timber, Mary was most likely waiting for her clothes. Despite Ririka having gotten so far, those very same discomposing images and memories of the shower scene kept galling Ririka's peace of mind as they were flickering up like camera flashes at a fashion show. Ririka had not necessarily expected that it would be any other way but only now that she was about to meet Mary, did those recollections commence affecting Ririka's body abilities the same way as if she had been watching a critically thrilling movie yet now Ririka suddenly felt the tigers whiskers tickling her neck despite that the animal was supposed to exist only on screen. Nothing much about the level of flusterment had changed, Ririka still very much wasn't able to fully comprehend everything that had happened, yet had indeed only had more time to think about it. 

"Maybe Mary did all that because we are friends now? Is this how you are supposed to interact with friends?" Ririka shockingly had completely forgotten, while it all happened, that they by Mary's statement were officially friends now and as Ririka was using that reflection as an excuse not to open the door, she had frozen in front of, she couldn't help but question what kind of impact their new status had on their relationship. "I guess that means that Mary will be even more teasing from now on? But...she said she already saw me as a friend." Ririka started blushing faintly since being able to call Mary her friend was making her heart beat faster. Either way the whitehaired girl wasn't getting any closer to a termination but what made it worse is that only now Ririka realized how Mary's words that had seemed so simple to understand were much more complex. 

"She did say our friendship was more special than a normal one...so that kinda terminates all the attempts of using our friendship status as explanation for what happened. Maybe I think about it too much." grasped Ririka as thinking about it just seemed increasingly pointless. 

The white haired girl then genuinely tried to clear her head a little as she looked down on the pajamas in her hands and just stared at them for a while. After having found the strength to get up and walk away from the bathroom, Ririka had actually notably facilely found her way back to her duties. First thing she had done was to find clothing Mary would use after the shower that would be fitting. The Momobami had a dedicated room, the size of most peoples living room, in which there was nothing more than clothing for guests. It didn't matter whether the guest was an overweight old man or an anorexic child, anything imaginable could be found in multiple versions, all in high quality.

 Ririka had actually wasted quite a lot of time in that room as she had just not been able to decide what pajamas and underwear to choose. The unsure girl of course wanted the best yet she remarkably struggled determining what clothes would be the most becoming. Since Ririka had worn Mary's blazer once and because of other reasons, she remembered Mary's sizes, however the bigger question was whether it would fit aesthetically the blonde girl and that Mary would also like. After ages of having an heated argument with herself as there were just to many options and Ririka had to fight with the, by herself put, allegation that she wasn't thinking about what Mary would feel good in but more what she wanted to see Mary in, Ririka then found a set that would meet the all the criteria halfway so it just seemed to be the most sensible choice.

 Although it had taken quite some time when Ririka had come back to the bathroom, she had still been able to hear the shower. Ririka had glanced mesmerized at the door as she could hear the irregular amounts of water hit the showers floor making it very easy to imagine how the water was sliding down Mary's enticing body. "Well...I should take a shower myself." decided Ririka almost in a hurry as she had the gut feeling that it wasn't a good idea to listen to Mary shower for too long. For Ririka it had only been a quick shower yet when she had returned, with her silver hair still being damp since she had started feeling anxious about Mary finishing first therefore ensuing in her giving up on drying her hair completely, the thing she had worried about of course happened and Mary had already been out of the shower.