[ she has clothes. they are pooled somewhere in this room, probably on the floor — her shirt, she realizes as she squints, is tossed over the back of a chair. none of the clothes she has are really breakfast appropriate.
they're more appropriate for a hired girl to come in and do a striptease, if she's honest, which is also exactly what she was doing. diners might be understanding, but even daisy's not that risque. ]
Not diner clothes, no. [ a beat. ] Do you want me to wear your shirt?
[ she's not a prostitute. he's not paying her for this. but if he wants her to wear something appropriate, that's about as close as it's going to get. ]
[ what happened last night is coming back to him in the slowest rolling waves possible. the “this was in no way appropriate”ness of it all.
lucky for daisy, will is a man of layers. a very unfashionable man of layers. look out, he’s got his favorite ugly light gray sweater and a flannel underneath it. clothing for everyone. ]
Yeah, sure. You can pick which one. [ meanwhile, he’s getting his pants on. putting on clothes when you feel like you’re dying is quite the accomplishment; everyone applaud him. ]
[ it's a look, alright. she's not much for flannels, so that means she's going to have to commandeer his sweater — which, considering how much smaller she is, means it hangs more like a very short dress on her frame. good thing she doesn't fuckin care. ]
Better?
[ than her being naked? uh. jury's probably out on that. she can at least rewear her shorts, even if they are a sorry scrap of denim fabric. it's something. ]
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they're more appropriate for a hired girl to come in and do a striptease, if she's honest, which is also exactly what she was doing. diners might be understanding, but even daisy's not that risque. ]
Not diner clothes, no. [ a beat. ] Do you want me to wear your shirt?
[ she's not a prostitute. he's not paying her for this. but if he wants her to wear something appropriate, that's about as close as it's going to get. ]
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lucky for daisy, will is a man of layers. a very unfashionable man of layers. look out, he’s got his favorite ugly light gray sweater and a flannel underneath it. clothing for everyone. ]
Yeah, sure. You can pick which one. [ meanwhile, he’s getting his pants on. putting on clothes when you feel like you’re dying is quite the accomplishment; everyone applaud him. ]
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Better?
[ than her being naked? uh. jury's probably out on that. she can at least rewear her shorts, even if they are a sorry scrap of denim fabric. it's something. ]