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When she was able to get out of her uniform, Yvette did just that. Having little to nothing planned for the afternoon, she decided to get out of her stuffy school uniform and to dress up in one of her concoctions. Today's menu consisted of a deep magenta sleeveless shirt with pink downy-like feathers around the neck and black slacks. Knowing how to accessorize, she also wore a few loose bracelets of various warm colors about her wrists.

In such an outfit, she seemed out of place on the school campus, and even when off the campus around some of the larger trees nearby, she found someone trying to do something. Yvette could not quite tell what exactly, but this girl was doing something. Curious and eager to help, she wandered over. It was when she got closer that she recognized the girl.

Her voice was never very loud, but she offered in a relatively tiny voice "Did you need help with something?" She hadn't quite heard the comment about a swing, but her eyes took in the objects nearby and began to come up with various ideas as to what they could be used for.

She was curious to the reasoning, but she figured it would not be appropriate to ask. Approaching a bit closer, she took the end of rope from Avalon's hand. Her actions were not harsh or snatching, but rather quite gentle and caring.

"I... I could try climbing up the tree to get it over. Do you think that would work?"

For a moment, her deep purple eyes glanced down to her shoes, noting that they really weren't meant for climbing. Her clothing also wasn't exactly built for it as well, since her slacks weren't made of durable cloth like denim and probably would rip pretty easily. Yvette knew that she could easily fix this problem should it occur by sewing up the tears, or by even making a new pair of slacks. Slacks weren't that difficult to make. It was just a pity to use a piece of clothing so little before it got scrapped. Maybe she could use the remaining cloth to make some sort of cute accessory.

Suddenly realizing that she had mentally drifted somewhere, she directed her attention back to the other girl. She offered a smile, hoping her lack of attentiveness went unnoticed.

"I can try..." she admitted sheepishly. "I think I'll need a boost though, if you don't mind..."

In an attempt to get the girl to help her, she walked closer to the tree base and laced her fingers together slightly. She left her palms apart and open, making a bit of a flat base which Yvette could easily use to step on and get a bit of a boost.

"If you put your hands like this, I can lean against the tree and get a bit of a boost to help me up." The dark-haired girl took up the second rope and nodded her head, signaling she was ready to give this a try.

"Oh, yes!" her tiny voice squeaked out. It was almost like the sound of a mouse. She then promptly tucked the ropes, embarrassingly enough, down her pants slightly. These pants had no pockets, and there was no way she'd be able to hold onto the ropes while her fingers were concentrating on holding tight to the tree. Her cheeks flushed slightly at doing something so silly.

She glanced up the tree, and found that the first branch was actually a pretty decent way up. Not out of reach, but it had to be at least 8 or so feet up.

With the ropes hanging loosely from her waistline, she decided to give the girl a slight hint to her stepping up to the boost.

"1......2.......3!" On three, she stepped up to the girl's hand while quickly forcing herself to lean against the tree a bit to alleviate some of the weight from the girl's hand. Oh how Yvette's soft hand clung for dear life. This definitely wasn't something she did very often either.

Apparently Yvette wasn't the only one guilty of spacing out on occasion. Her current partner's blooper had caused the dark haired girl to lose balance, and when the cat-girl suddenly regained her composure, Yvette was thrust quite quickly into the tree. The girl only narrowly avoided scraping her face against the bark by instead shoving her arm it its place.

She let out a wispy version of a grunt as she felt something tear open. Stupid bark had managed to scrape her forearm slightly. Not wanting Avalon to worry, she leaned into the tree more and attempted to get a better grip before calling down in her quiet voice "Okay, I'm leaning against the tree... now you push up slightly, I think I can almost reach..." She smiled, then looked at the branch. Maybe it wasn't as close as she had made it sound. Oops?

Fortunately, this time the dark haired girl was prepared for the sudden move. When the girl lifted her, her fingers quickly grabbed onto the tree, climbing up the bark. She glanced over to the branch. It did look much closer now. It was amazing how much of a different about 2 and a half feet made. She outstretched her arm, attempting to reach for the branch, but unfortunately she was mere inches away now.

"...oh! Uh, yes please!" she squeaked out at Avalon's prompting. Yvette was mildly disappointed she was not able to reach still, but there wasn't much that she could do about it. Once again, she prepped herself for another push from beneath her feet.

Once again, a boost pushed her up, though this time it was slower than the previous one. Yvette was not built to be strong, that much was evident with how soft her features were. Yet when the branch was in her grasps, she grabbed up and began to try and pull her thin body up, on top of the branch.

She struggled to keep up in the tree, her legs flailing slightly to try to find a landing on the base of the tree. From down below, it probably looked like poor Yvette was going to fall out of the tree. She squeaked a bit, as she clung onto the tree for dear life (so to speak). It was really hard, she could feel the bark scraping up her bare arms even further now.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea she mentally whimpered to herself as she slowly made her way onto the branch. After several minutes of struggle, she had managed to hoist her whole body onto the desired branch. Fortunately, the branch was thick and quite sturdy, so there was no risk of it breaking beneath her. Huffing and puffing as she tried to regain her breath, she could slowly feel the stinging of her newly obtained scrapes growing in intensity. At least she still had the ropes in her pants.