[ it's... late. not four am, drive down to the nearest in-n-out for animal style fries and a double cheeseburger late. it's late morning, as evidenced by the impolite rapping of knuckles against the hollow-core hotel room door, and the broken english of the housekeeper just outside.
mister graham, sounding more like mee-ster gah-rum, followed by the click of a master key in a lock... and then the thunk of a door opening only to be held at bay by the deadbolt ball sliding in place, and the huff of a displeased housekeeper. i come back later, accompanied by the shuffling of feet moving away, down the hallway and off the floor.
daisy stretches in the silence that follows, bedsheet tangled around her bare legs, and yawns as her eyes open, adjusting to the warm sunlight streaming in from open windows.
thanks fanfic generator
mister graham, sounding more like mee-ster gah-rum, followed by the click of a master key in a lock... and then the thunk of a door opening only to be held at bay by the deadbolt ball sliding in place, and the huff of a displeased housekeeper. i come back later, accompanied by the shuffling of feet moving away, down the hallway and off the floor.
daisy stretches in the silence that follows, bedsheet tangled around her bare legs, and yawns as her eyes open, adjusting to the warm sunlight streaming in from open windows.
good morning. or is it afternoon? ]