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"I can handle myself ma'am. I uh, cannot confirm or deny that there are people in this very city that have attacked me and are now coincidentally missing fingers, hands or tongues," he gave a sly wink and a smug grin at his statement.

"Thank you ma'am, I guess you could see why I may have been a little hesitant for the job. Bad memories and all that," what Avaron may not have known was that Haruka had walked by the cafe almost every day for a little over a month, but only actually went in for the application in the past week.

In a whirlwind of being pulled around, Yukimura found himself eventually in the uniform closet. "Alright, let me do that."

It took a surprising level of searching to find the right set of clothes, his thin torso and slightly wider hips made sizing tricky. But, luckily enough, there were enough pieces that fit him, and he carried the set back to the bathroom.

He returned to Ava in his new uniform: the whole outfit fit him comfortably, but his pants were notably form-fitting, the garment hugging his legs and hips in a stark contrast to the somewhat looser and more comfortable dress shirt and vest.

"So, how do I look?"