Valentine's Day? Please, don't remind me.

Cordelia looked at his name as he drew it on the floor. T... S... I... M. Tsim? That was a cool name. It seemed to fit him. "Cool, nice to meet you, Tsim," she said, and held out her hand for him to shake, then looked at her palm again, sighing. That probably wouldn't be a good idea, seeing as how there was still blood on her. "Actually... nevermind..." she said, putting her hands on her legs. She smiled, then looked away, not knowing what else to say.

Cordelia shook her head, refusing to take the little patch. "No, it's fine, thanks though," she said. She looked over his clothing, noticing that it was completely old and needed to be thrown out. She doubted he had the money to buy new clothes, since she was sure he would have done so by now if he had the money. "Anyway... you need new clothes. Those won't due at all. Come on," she said, standing up. "We're going out right now and getting you clothes, whether you like it or not." She offered him a smile. She would have helped him stand up, but her hands were too bloody to do so.

Cordelia smiled, glad when he actually followed her. She exited the room, and wiped her face with the sleeve of her shirt so the lines where her tears had sort of dried couldn't really be seen, and wiped her palms again, acting like that would actually help dry them. It did, sort of, but not entirely. Ah, well.

Alright, so she really wasn't in any condition to go out in public, but too bad. This kid needed clothing, and she wasn't going to be selfish and say that they couldn't go because she wasn't in the best condition to do so. She exited the school building, looking behind her to make sure Tsim was still there.

Cordelia stuffed her hands into her pockets, just to make sure that no one saw them until she needed them. As soon as the two reached the city, she started looking around for any clothing stores, but didn't see any yet. "If you see a clothing store, point it out to me, ok?" she said to Tsim, glancing at him before she went back to looking around the city.

Of course, Cordelia hadn't known that he didn't know that. Not like it mattered anymore now, though, seeing as how she found one. She opened the door, glad to see that the slightly red color to her hands didn't rub off on the handle. She walked inside, though held it open for Tsim, looking around inside while she did so. Hopefully they'd be able to find some clothes for him here.