Kathrin’s POV

It wasn’t very long at all before Joyce and I were the best of friends. She rather quickly invited us to stay with her while we were in Japan, to which we happily agreed. After all, where better to stay in a foreign country than among friends? “We need to get you out of those clothes!” The red head said after a little while, grabbing me by the wrist and dragging me upstairs to her room at super-human speed. I didn’t exactly protest, considering the method of travel that we had used to get there. “Hmm… You look to be about my size, so my clothes should be able to fit you,” she murmured to herself, looking me over with a scrutinizing gaze. Without warning she snapped up straight with a wide grin spread across her face. “Ok! You just go shower and I’ll lay out some new clothes for you to wear!” Before I could even ask where the bathroom was she opened the door next to me and shoved me eagerly into the room. “Don’t take too long!” Slam!

I stared dumbly at the now closed door for a split second before proceeding to undress and turn on the shower. She’s quite the pistol, isn’t she. Almost like a live version of Alice… Ugh, my life has turned into a fantasy book! Well, at least nothing bad is going on right now. Better not jinx myself though. I wonder what Jacques is doing… I searched the house for his thoughts, but only found those of Ali-Joyce. This worried me slightly and motivated me to hurry up my shower (though the hot water felt rather nice).

When I got out of the shower I quickly dried myself off and wrapped my towel around my body before heading out the door. Or, that was my intention anyway. Riiiiip! Perhaps I wrapped it around my body a little too tightly. DAMN IT! I’m never gunna get used to this insane vampire strength of mine! I picked up another towel and more carefully wrapped it around myself before opening the bathroom door. On a small table to my right just outside the door sat a neat folded pile of clothes. I picked them up and stepped back into the bathroom once more, closing the door behind me. I didn’t even bother to look at the outfit before putting it on, for I had already seen it in Joyce’s thoughts as she looked through her wardrobe. She had picked out for me a forest green hooded sweater top along with a pair of dark denim jeans and some tennis shoes. Extremely casual, but that’s how I liked it.