The feeling bled over and into her making it difficult to determine where his body ended and hers began. Without knowing why she did it, she lightly b...gan rubbing his arm. At first this seemed to have no effect. It was as though he could not be reached in that instant, not by sight or sound or touch. Then, she felt it as the muscles in his arm released some of the violence contained within and were met with peace. His visage slowly changed from one with the desire to destroy to one of a somber. After all, any strain there was a direct result of Naiya's actions and that made it easier for Macy to fall in love with Ashlee guiltlessly even as she tried her best not to let her relationship with Naiya completely fall apart. It would take quite a bit for Macy to succeed in doing that, but eventually she found something of an equilibrium when she discovered that Naiya realized that the fault for destroying the friendship and love she'd had with Ashlee rested entirely within herself, but that. She ran her store as a consignment shop for local artists and crafters. The store was a funky mix of clothes, jewelry, art and knick knacks. She was tall and waifish looking with round hips and long straight black hair that came to her lower back. She was dressed in a long black skirt that looked on the Gothic side, with a a black blouse that looked like it belonged with a tuxedo. Around her neck was a ribbon choker with a green crystal hanging from it, she wore rings on all her fingers and. ’ There was a pause. ‘Are you decent?’ ‘No.’ So we just had this bizarre conversation through the door. ‘I, erm,’ he unhelpfully started. ‘Does David leave any spare boxers around by any chance?’ He let out a light chuckle that was more of an amused exhale. ‘We’ve not had to keep spare underwear for him for a long time.’ ‘Okay.’ ‘Erm.’ I guessed I’d have to borrow something of his. ‘Maybe Tyler’s smallest boxer briefs would fit you.’ Or that. ‘Can I just put my stuff in the wash?’ I asked..