User is Miss Bloomie

Thavel loved being a teacher. Why? Retirement benefits. She got this entire degree for retirement benefits. And she was poor. But mostly for the retirement benefits. And becoming one turned out to be a good choice. Her coworkers, Miss Bloomie and Miss Circle, were great people. In her eyes, at least. Probably not in the murdered student’s eyes.

After chasing down Claire, she was left in her deer like form. Transforming back was a pain, so she did it over the trash. The fur that had appeared on her skin was shed off, and her antlers returned to the “A B C” learning blocks on her head. So, after going back to normal and hearing the bell ring, she decided to head home.

The couch was something she didn’t know she was desperately needing until she got to it, flopping down on it. A groan escaped her as the doorbell rang. Lucky for her, it was Miss Bloomie, so she didn’t need to get up since her fellow coworker had a key to her apartment.

“Bloomie, why’re you here?”

She noticed the brush in her hand, sitting upright so Bloomie could sit behind her.

“Thank you for helping me out. It’s always a mess after a fun chase.”

She liked it when her friend brushed her hair. Despite the occasional tugging and bits of pain, it felt better than when she brushed it herself. And it was good bonding time between friends.