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[It's a good thing that she's got permission, because Rin doesn't actually see this message. She's already on her way.

About 30 minutes after Rin's last message, Rin's face appears through the outer wall of the office. She looks around for a moment with glowing eyes, before letting herself all the way in.]

Um. Hold on a minute. I couldnt bring it through the wall with me.

[She quickly makes her way to the door, taking a moment to actually physically open the doorknob - awkwardly bending over and grasping it between her stump and her neck and turning it by twisting her upper body. It gets the door open, but it probably says something about her that she didn't use telekinesis to accomplish the task.

She's outside for another 30 seconds and then she's back, with a smallish package held up between her nubs. The wrapping paper has little kittens with birthday hats on them. Ryslig doesn't have christmas, so seasonal wrapping paper wasn't exactly feasible to get. Sorry.]

Okay, got it.

[She kicks the door closed behind her. It takes two tries, her foot goes through the first time.]

Where do you want it?

[Natasha doesn't entirely hide a wince as she stands. It's easy to forget about her legs when she's sitting—they become a sort of background discomfort until she moves them or puts her weight on them. Then it's a sudden, very clear reminder that they're not made to move the way they used to anymore, but there's still not really any other way to move them.

Most of the time she covers it up and uses them anyway, faking it with the help of painkillers and alcohol. Not usually in conjunction.

Sometimes she can't, though.

The expression is gone almost immediately, though.]

I'll take it. Here...

[She tries not to limp as she moves to join Rin. It's a marginally successful attempt.]

You know, you didn't have to do this. I didn't get you anything.

[Rin winces in turn when she sees the expression on Natasha's face, and quickly closes the distance between her and her friend and hands off the gift.

Well, she doesn't hand it off, but you know what I mean.]

You should use the chair.

[She says it flatly. It isn't a judgmental tone, and she honestly doesn't really expect Nat to get in it (she probably hasn't used the wheelchair at all since they gave it to her, she realizes).

No, the way she says it is more the tone someone takes when they're saying someone obvious, as if the statement serves no other purpose but to be heard.]

And that's okay. I don't really celebrate christmas anyway. This was just something I saw and thought might help with your changes.

[Inside the box, if Natasha chooses to open it right now, are four pairs of canvas ballet shoes, all light pink in color.]

My birthday's in March, though.

[Natasha will open it. Among other reasons, because it spares her from having to respond to the comment about using the chair. It's not even that she doesn't know that Rin (and Dick, and the doctor) are right.

But she's stubborn, and she doesn't have it in her to admit weakness.

She doesn't have to pretend long, though. When she sees what's in the box, it's easy to brush other things aside. She covers her smile with one hand, somehow both confused and pleased by the present.

From anyone else the image of a giant spider wearing ballet shoes might feel like a joke, but from Rin...]

You remembered that, huh?

[It's a good thing she doesn't voice that opinion, because that shitty line of thinking would sour Rin's good mood. That wheelchair belongs to her best friend, after all - a very strong person, in Rin's opinion.

Fortunately, that rough bit of conversation is entirely avoided. Instead, Rin smiles, quite pleased with herself at the sight of Natasha's expression. ]

Yeah.

[She pauses for a moment, feeling like she should probably explain her reasoning here.]

I don't remember if I told you or not, but before I came here I went to a school. One for disabled students. [Which, y'know, would explain why she and her best friend have 4 limbs between them.] It's not the same thing, I know, but... I knew a lot of kids who had to do physical therapy exercises.

So um. I thought you could do ballet exercises as your legs come in. It could help you with your balance.

[She gives a small, sheepish grin. She can see that Natasha likes the gift, which reassures her enough that she feel the need to ask if her thought process makes any sense. Honestly, buying so many slippers had turned out to be... kind of expensive... so Rin is relieved to see that her arachne friend seems to like them.]

Plus, I mean. My art helps me deal with other stuff. Not physical stuff, but like... Dealing with everything. Maybe ballet could help in that way for you?

[Dance your problems away, Natasha. Feel the rhythm in you.]

[It is lucky that Natasha didn't voice that; it would be a shame if her insecurities soured the moment, and it is a sweet moment. While she's not entirely convinced of the practical utility, the thoughtfulness involved is more than enough to make up for it.]

You mentioned your school some, but not all the details.

[Shaking her head a little, she pulls out one pair of slippers. It's nostalgic, at least.]

It makes sense. It's actually—it's very thoughtful.

[Even a little insightful, in its way. At least Natasha's been struggling to come to terms with the changes, and in it's way, Rin's gift takes some of the prospect of changing. Even if it doesn't last, it's a welcome relief for the moment.]

Thank you.

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