When Ricure got home, she headed over to her best friends house and Caldonia, the friends mother, met her at the door. Caldonia fawned over Ricure her entire life, she had always wanted a female child. When she saw Ricure drying in slime and some of it flaking away, she gasped and pulled her inside.
"come on, take those clothes off, you need to wash right away!" she panicked.
"I can bathe myself Caldonia, I just wanted to know if there was anything special I should do for it."
Caldonia nodded, "You have to wrap all areas that have touched the poison in seaweed and soak those parts in salt water."
Ricure stared, "That's my whole body..."
"Then take those clothes off!" She shoved Ricure into her house, "I have to grab some more seaweed from Tara." Caldonia headed out the door and left her young friend in the house. Ricure rubbed her face, she felt utterly stupid for her failures that day. Slowly she began taking her garments off, but stopped at her shirt when she wondered where she should lay her poisoned clothes. Her feelings of disappointment furthered when she reLized she'd probably never wear these clothes again. That outfit was her favorite. In the end she just held onto all her clothes, she didn't want to set poisoned stuff on her friends floor, who know if it would seep in or something.