How coincidental.

Alexiel sighed; she couldn't win this, and she knew it. Well, it was time to resort to begging. "Please don't?" she asked, knowing quite well how pathetic that sounded. She didn't care, though; she didn't want her clothing to just be what she had underneath. Plus, she had scars she didn't want to see, as well as the fact that she was well underweight for her age and height. "All I did was hit you over the head! Plus, you're going to have to get me clothes. I can't walk around this place and go back to the academy wearing pretty much a bathing suit, you know."

She really doubted he would listen. Well this was going to be awkward and embarrassing.

I'm screwed, Alexiel thought, just letting the blood do whatever. She opened the fans so she couldn't be seen, and sighed once her T-shirt had melted away. Well... at least she wasn't naked, right? "Happy now..." she growled, eyes looking to the side instead of at him. If she had been visible, a lot of scars could be seen, as well as her ribs and a few other bones. If she had her way, though, that wouldn't happen.

"Then you would just end up having to buy me new ones," Alexiel responded, her eyes finally looking at him. "You won't get away with destroying my fans TWICE. Can't you just leave it as it is?" She was still kind of begging, and kind of beginning to feel violated.

Alexiel sighed and just dropped the remnants of her fans. She cursed under her breath, kind of getting angry now. She was really beginning to hate him... he hadn't really needed to do that. However, as she looked down, she started laughing softly, though she didn't really know why. Probably just to keep herself from crying, since this really wasn't funny, but it was laughing all the same.

And he thought wrong.

Alexiel's fists clenched and she grit her teeth, shoulders shaking slightly with her silent laughter. She refused to laugh out loud now that she was getting slightly angry. The young female was usually impassive about a lot of things, but for this, she had reason to be upset.

The fourteen-year-old had noticed long ago that his clothing was made out of blood — it didn't take a genius to see that. She picked up what was left of her fans in the hopes that she could fix them later, and marched right after Jira. "Make me new clothes," she demanded, pointing at his own clothes to prove that he could do so.