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Cassidy slithered into the cafeteria, grunting slightly under the weight of a large box. It was the same cardboard box she'd got, ages ago, full of books. That had been back before her first change, but they'd given her a bookshelf since. The box had no purpose.

The box was full of clothes. Mostly pants: jeans, of various styles and fits and states of wear; pajama bottoms; sweat pants; shorts. There were also several shirts Cass could no longer manage to get on, over the feathers, and a skirt or two. Down in the bottom were two or three pairs of shoes.

All this made for quite a bit of weight. Cass dropped it heavily down on the floor with a final grunt, and stared at it rather accussingly. "Where'm I going to put you?" she asked it, with a flicker of her tongue.

Cass had let out a small yelp, mostly out of surprise, as her tail was tripped over. She turned in alarm, her feathers bristling somewhat.

"Oh, god! Kim! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Dumb! Of all the places to stop, in front of the door was a bad one. "I shouldn't have... oh, I'm in the way. I'm okay. Are you all right? You didn't break anything? Bones or electronic doohickeys?"

She couldn't imagine it would be easy to get a new iPod out here.

"Well, um." It dawned on Cass, rather suddenly, that the last time she'd seen Kim was in a shelter during the lockout. The change was... new. Well. At least she seemed to be taking it well. "These are my old clothes that I can't wear anymore. I figured either they can sit in my drawers until the end of time or other people can get some use out of them."

She glared down at it; on the side, in thick black marker, was written "FREE TO GOOD HOME" in the biggest letters that would fit. "But it's heavy."

"Good idea. Say..." Cass peered around the cafeteria for a moment. She never spent a lot of time in here anymore. She pointed at a nearby table, one in clear view of the door. "That one? So people can see it?"

She bent down to grab hold of one side, and hastily added, "But you have to go slow. Please. I can't really go... fast... anymore." Cass gave a slightly abashed cough.

"On three? One. Two. Three." Cass hefted, with another small grunt, trusting Kim to follow. "Geez. Who knew cloth could be so heavy?"

It was hard enough coordinating her own movements, sometimes, let alone doing it in time with someone else. No, that wasn't any way to think. She could do this. "All right, then." Cass began her awkward slither across the floor.

"Ugh."

The box landed heavily on the table; Cass drew back. "I think I had more clothes than I realised. But I don't need them anymore, I guess."

She drew her feathered arms around herself for some small degree of insulation. This was already about as long as she ever liked to spend in the air-conditioned cafeteria. "Thank you so much! I probably would have only stuck it in the corner or something. And you even get first pick, if you want it."

"I hope so too. Though it's going to be a bit weird seeing my old clothes around on other people," Cass laughed.

She gave a bit of a shiver. "I gotta get out of here. Too cold. But I'll see you around. Good luck with my hand-me-downs."

With a small, feathery wave, she turned and headed out the door, with all signs of an apparent good mood.

Daring to venture into the cafeteria had proved to be a stressful ordeal for the tiger man. There were certainly people he didn't want to run into, but even a crazy black-turned-white man had to eat at some point.

Luckily, at the moment, the place was empty, save a rather large box that looked like it had been unceremoniously planted on the floor. At first, he was going to ignore it, but when the unmistakeable denim color of jeans was visible from a haphardly thrown pant leg, he had to investigate. His clothing was in shambles thanks to his jungle escapades and if that box had free clothing, who was he to ignore it?

A quick paw through the box led to disappointment. These were obviously women's clothing. A pair of jeans he held up didn't seem to be TOO fitted for a lady though...he dared to hold them up in front of him as though estimating if they'd fit or not. It'd be a squeeze...but maybe he could find a way to alter them or at the least, make patches for his other jeans. Had he any ambition to ask the staff for anything, he'd never be doing this.

...god forbid ANYONE see him in a pair of women's jeans. These would strickly be for alone time in the jungle, if anything.

He gave a furtive glance around before removing two or three pairs of the baggiest jeans and slung them over his shoulder, then grabbed a few bags of chips before leaving to see what could be done with his new jeans.