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Light was the life of all things, so as it began to dance through glass Stirling stirred awake as sunlight graced their cheek. Slowly opening their eyes, a halo of colors bent beautiful radiant colors in Stirling’s focus. Focusing on the colors for a second, like someone might stare into the darkness trying to make out disfigured shapes, they tried to discern what the rainbows in their lenses told them. Lying there for a moment, mesmerized by cosmic lights, until there’s a realization that something is happening today. Raising an arm towards the ceiling and stretching, playing with the beams of light coming from the window like orchestrating something invisibly universal. A touch of heaven, perhaps. Just wanted to lie here for a little while, but soon it would become that movie where they left their family alone forgetting about them. 

They had hung their [url=https://image.ibb.co/hexzTT/Reflection_Parade.jpg]outfit for today[/url] in advance, hanging on a rack behind the door. They hadn’t wanted to stand out, mostly choosing tans and browns. Grabbing the hangar and a wicker basket with their cleaning supplies, why would they leave it in the restrooms for someone to use? The point of a shower isn’t to clean oneself, but to polish oneself. Never envious for those with the dull soft skin they had, it seemed to require a lot more maintenance.

“Wow, is that what you chose to wear today,” a voice breaks the peace of the morning. That’s right, they had offered to share a space with another. Turning their attention to the person who talked to them, it’s just the girl who works at the call center. What is her name? They can’t really bother to remember someone who works in the call center.  They remember it just because they live together, Cassy.

“Yes,” Stirling replied.

“It’s very cute, I wish I could wear something out like that,” Cassy smiles.

“It’s not a matter of wishing, you either do or you don’t,” Stirling says, but Cassy looks at their satin nightgown.

“You’re always cute,” she tells them.

“Is there a reason you are complimenting me so much?” Stirling ask.

“I thought you deserved a compliment,” she smiles. 

“I see well, I have nothing to compliment you with,” Stirling replies. 

“Oh that’s fine, as long as my compliments made you happy and brightened your morning,” Cassy continues, “Jealous I have to manage the call center and you guys all get to go to the parade.” Cassy frowns and looks sadly at the floor. 

“Well you’ve done nothing, but manage the call center and you don’t have an ability that otherwises provides anyone with something, the parade is to celebrate those who actually do stuff,” Stirling remarks.

Cassy gives them a glare.

“I always thought your attitude towards me was just because you been through a lot, but you can be a jerk,” she huffs at them.

Stirling shrugs, this is after all a distraction to what they had planned to do anyway. Shine and polish before  heading down. They wished sometimes that Foster and Harper would live here. That way they could share a room with those two, more specifically so they could talk to Harper more. Didn’t care too much for Foster. 

Heading into the bathroom, it’s the beginning of peak morning activity as more of the females have entered the bathroom. Steam from the showers, some doing their makeup. They don’t bat an eye at them. 

“Cute outfit,” a girl with raven black hair tells them.

“It seems to be a popular outfit today,” Stirling remarks.

“Do you have anything for your hair?” she outstretches her well manicured, red nails, to play with their hair.

“No,” Stirling replies.

“You could look at my hair clips if you like,” she offers. 

Stirling had known some of them since they were small. This is the way they treated them. Like he needed their kindness or needed offerings from them. Though they knew all too well you can’t burn your bridges. So often they just engaged with them.

“Sure,” Stirling replies.

Finally it too a lot of passing and moving around from the crowds to get to the final shower. Choosing a lavender scented soap, and grabbing a purple luffa, they had to look lustrous for the day. Shine seemed to be an important factor these days. To look “clean”. A concept that they didn’t really understand, because they had more in common with the rock during a rain shower than they did a mammal. The luffa glided on their skin and it didn’t feel at all coarse on their skin. Instead it felt like it were gliding, the soap and water made their skin slippery. Stepping out of the shower, they just patted themselves dry from having too much excess water rolling down their skin. Water didn’t soak, it evaporated, or rolled down creating a massive puddle below them. So they usually kindly placed a towel underneath their feet to get dressed.

Firstly were the brown capris pants, with a stretchy waistband, that they tied with the strings on the inside. They were loose and flowy, despite it being March weather could be in between chilly and warm. Didn’t want to get too hot, didn’t want to be too cold, this seem like the perfect style for that kind of weather. 

“I have to ask, what brand are you using?” a girl with pigtails ask them. Stirling looks at them. 

“Brand?” Stirling ask, grabbing the tan button shirt and buttoning it up, though keeping it loose and tucked it, it’s long  sleeve, but thin in case it gets hot.

“Of soap, it always smells nice,” the girl continues.

“It’s a half and half solution of lavender body soap and water,” Stirling replies, grabbing the gray cardigan and placing it on as well, making sure not to bunch up the long sleeves.
“What brand of lavender soap?” she ask as, they wrap their multicolored scarf across their neck.

“I found a recipe online to make my own soap,” Stirling replies, grabbing their nightgown and placing it in their wicker basket. Moving past the crowds of individuals they left the bathroom barefoot, back into their empty room. Probably Cassandra ran off to complain to someone. They’d do their own laundry tonight. They had a lot of delicates and didn’t trust Gemina to do it the way they like their laundry. Heading back into the room to pick up a [url=https://image.ibb.co/e4vqq8/Blackslipon.jpg]pair of black slip ons[/url], sitting on a shoe rack with only a few other pairs of shoes. Heading to a sandle brown vintage dress they found at a car boot sale once. A range of different colored stocks stood up on the first drawer, instantly drawn to the [url=https://image.ibb.co/coBKiT/Socks.jpg]blue and gray socks, with flowers and feathers[/url], it bring color to the outfit that it otherwise didn’t have.

Getting them on quickly and putting on their shoes. Dashing out of the room, they left the shared private space. The raven haired beauty, what is her name?

“Abigail,” Stirling calls out.

“Yes,” she replies and she looks as if she remembered something, “Hair clip, right.” she looks at the outfit and gasp, “Those socks are the cutest in the world.”

“Thank you, do you have something that would tie the blue together with the outfit?” Stirling ask her.

“Have a look,” she said handing them her kit.

It took a second of looking through it to find a [url=https://image.ibb.co/g1GVq8/hairclip.png]hairclip of blue feathers[/url], with tan brown spots at the ends. Snatching it up Stirling presented the clips to Abigail.

“Those would go good,” she tells them with a smile.

“I’ll return it in the evening,” Stirling says.

“Want me to put it in?” Abigail ask.

“Please,” Stirling hands her the clip. She stands in front of them, strategizing where it should go. Her face lights up with an aha. She moves to their side and begins to run her fingers through the side of their hair, before she decides to clip the hair on the right side, dangling a little past their side hairline. Abigail smiles.

“You look adorably indie,” Abigial tells them. 

“Thank you for your assistance, I will be heading downstairs then,” Stirling moves past her. Making their way down the stairs, they look at the stairs leading down to the basement. The scent of something cooking is already wafting in the staircase. Perhaps, skipping down the stairs, choosing to hop on leg onto the next step, onto the next stop, hop, down, hop down. Stirling slightly inches towards the doorframe of the basement to peak inside. 

Viorel is standing in front of the doorframe, his tall stature is hiding Stirling well. Jensen and Jack are cooking, figures, like house maids. Gemina seems hurt that she’s not cooking. Bridget is sitting on a couch finishing off a whole roasted chicken, the idea made Stirling nauseous. Nilin is there as well. Still no sign of the person they wanted to speak to.

Quickly dashing up the stairs, they fled through the black and white tile hallway. Out towards the car park. Sitting on the curb. Waiting for the Twosome’s car.