Was that the 3rd time?

After earnestly stating my intent to venture into town, my self-proclaimed benefactor stared back at me blankly.

I don't know why he's spacing out but I'll try to take a bit more advantage of his 'good will'. It's not like I have any other options.

"Do you have any spare clothes?"

"Does this look like a dress shop?"

Wow, apparently even if he's only half paying attention, his sarcasm is in full swing.

"I don't need a dress, anything that isn't drenched in blood would be fine."

I answered back snappily as to not let him think his retorts have any effect on me.

He looked at me hesitantly but put up less of a fight than I had anticipated.

He reached into a dusty chest, pulling out some basic men's apparel. I took the pants, shirt, and light jacket. I took off my shoes to compare them to the boots he had pulled out but... apparently even if our height is comparable... our feet are not.

I decided I was better off in the flats I had miraculously not lost all this time.

As I pried the flats off my feet, I realized the reason why the shoes had 'miraculously' stuck with me since Fyra's escape from the estate.

The flats had been cutting into her feet as she ran through the forest, after she bled into her flats, it dried and acted as an adhesive between her feet and the shoes.

After I possessed her, for some reason all of her wounds were closed. However, since the wounds were healed, not reversed, the blood she had lost had not retracted back inside of her body.

I made a small frown as I brushed the dry blood from my heels and put the shoes back on.

My frown persisted as I then asked,

"...so? Should I change in the 'bunker' or...?"

His face contorted slightly.

"No"

Wow. Thanks for your input.

We continued to stare at each other.

'Hm? Is he taking the staring contest seriously this time?'

The thought of beating him this time caused my frown to crack into a small smile.

....don't back away again!!

Ugh, fine. Let's just take this as a victory.

He faced away from the window.

"Don't turn around"

"...I won't"

I reached behind to untie the dress.

Hm? Come to think of it, I don't remember Fyra ever undoing the dress herself. Of course I don't know how to do it either.

I reached behind me and pulled on the strings.

Damn these old fashion dresses. I can't even blame that guy for ripping this frustrating dress anymore.

I stuck my hand on my thigh where my skirt had become a splendid split leg dress. I could see my entire right leg up to my hip if I pulled it aside.

Ugh, this dress is already ripped beyond repair.

...what's a little more?

It's a fairly heavy dress but...

*rippp*

I held my hand over the fabric in front of my chest, ripping the dress straight off my torso.

....

Why was that so loud.

Anyway, in one sweeping motion, I was successfully (?) able to remove the dress.

I tried to lift the dress up in a victory pose but apparently I was standing on the hem as I did so.

Why do I say that?

That's easy.

Because my feet slipped out from under me at that exact moment and I fell on my back.

"Ackk!!"

The purple-eyed boy spun around as soon as I fell.

"...."

Yep, I'm no longer wearing that dress, which leaves...

"What-what are you doing in your underwear!?"

Yep, my underwear.

But, I'm not particularity bothered. I mean in this world, women's standard daily use underwear is basically the equivalent of mid thigh shorts and a tank top.

...nothing inappropriate is showing, you know?

The only embarrassing thing here is the stupid way I just fell.

"Turn around then."

I spoke with disinterest.

"...."

He looked at me in disbelief before doing as I said.

"What kind of noble lady..."

He mumbled in what seemed to be a mixture of annoyance and awe.

I don't think he meant for me to hear that, but my hearing is quite good, you know? For some reason I feel like my hearing is currently better than when I possessed canine type species, but surely that's just my imagination, right?

But I also quickly want to forget (about falling over yet once again) so I'll let it pass.

'Seriously... is that the third time today?'

After kicking aside the burdensome dress, I put on the shirt, then pants, and lastly the light jacket.

The pants were a bit long so I rolled up the pants legs and cusped them on my ankles. The shirt was a little long like a mini dress so I tucked it into my pants before fastening the belt around the pants. The jacket was a bit big so I doubled over the cusps around my wrists.

...honestly it's not bad. It's at the very least, more comfortable than the dress. I have a vague recollection that this sort of wear was more familiar to me in my first life than clothing like that ridiculously frilly dress.

'Although Fyra wouldn't have been caught dead in this sort of clothing.'

....Oh wait.

Never mind that.

I shook my head back and forth and lightly slapped my cheeks.

"Oww"

That wasn't a slight slap...

More hesitantly this time, the purple-eyes boy turned around to face me yet again.

"...do you have a hobby of getting injured?"

"It was just a mistake this time."

"....."

Oops, maybe I should have just said no.

"Then when you fell while I was downstairs.."

"That was also an accident!"

"...or when you passed out outside?"

"Agh! No I'm sorry, they were all accidents!!"

Is this public humiliation? So what, I passed out and keep tripping?! Mind your business!

His eyes narrowed.

"Then is the reason you were drenched in blood despite not having a scratch on you, also an accident?"

"...."

To be honest, I can't answer that. It wasn't me who did that after all. Even if I tell him, 'oh well all my wounds just healed miraculously~ hehe~' there's no way he'd believe that, right?

"That's because 'I' wasn't injured at all."

It's not a lie.

Fyra was injured before I took over. It wasn't 'me'.

He looked at me even more suspiciously than before.

"Huh"

...is that it? Just 'huh'?

Ah, does he think I'm some psycho serial killer that slaughters people as I wear a frilly princess dress?

My mind started to wander as I tried to remember if I had ever heard of something like a noble woman serial killer. I grabbed one of my 2 braids and began to untwist it.

'How would a female serial killer organize her crimes in a medieval type setting?'

"...hey"

'Ah, well this world has magic so it would probably be considerably easier to cover her tracks or kill despite having a small body.' *poof*

"....you"

I reached towards my other braid and proceeded to untwist that one as well.

"VAMPIRE"

"Hm? Do you think vampires are considered serial killers?"

*poof* the rest of my hair was set free from my second braid. I stared at the purple eyed-boy who had just shouted something odd. Then realized I had said something odd in turn.

"...you don't pay attention at all."

"But why vampire..."

"...You said earlier that Vampire wasn't your name."

Um, yeah? Obviously.

I stared back at him in confusion.

He sighed.

"I need something to call you when you space out. If it isn't 'Vampire', tell me what it is."

Ah... right my first word to him was vampire and he thought it was a self introduction... any other embarrassing memories I'm forgetting about with him? Speak now or forever hold your peace, you brat.

But now, what name should I tell him?

My life in my first life was....

Come to think of it I don't remember...

My name as a ghost... that was never something necessary.

I grabbed a handful of the fluffy black hair I had released from Fyra's braids.

"....you can call me Fyra"

Sorry, Fyra. I'll be borrowing your name. I hope you don't mind.

"Isn't that...Okay"

Hm? Finish your sentences! It's frustrating.

I stared at him in silence and he stared back.

...isn't this where he's supposed to introduce himself?

"And, can I ask for your name?"

He blinked a few times in rapid concession before looking back towards me.

"Ah, yeah."

He paused.

"You can call me Al"

....I have a feeling that that's not his real name but, somehow it suits him.

I smiled at what felt like nostalgia.