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will graham ([personal profile] mydesigns) wrote2019-09-22 05:34 pm

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[personal profile] compsci 2019-10-26 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Dunno.

[ a calm, lazy answer — but a true one. she doesn't know what time it is. rolling onto her side, a motion that exposes the full line of her bare back, means she can reach for her phone, grabbing it from where it lay face down on the nightstand. ]

Two-thirty.

[ that's inconveniently late, probably. not that she has anywhere to go on whatever day of the week it happens to be. or that she wants to go anywhere, considering the mild pounding in her head. she's happy to just lay here for a while with... whoever that is.

maybe she should roll over and find out. maybe she'll just close her eyes again, instead, because avoidance techniques are great ways to make someone else deal with problems. ]
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[personal profile] compsci 2019-10-27 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ should is accurate, but that doesn't mean daisy wants to do it. the bed is comfortable, the sheets cool against her legs, the pillows full and plush beneath her head. getting up is sure to be less enjoyable.

but the longer she lays here, the more her memory begins to slot together the puzzle pieces of how and when and why she's in this bed to begin with. like the realization of who is on the other side of the bed, the memory of how she wound up in this hotel in the first place... right. cool.

no wonder his head was killing him. he'd been real drunk. ]


Yeah, I bet. [ she finally drags herself upright, if not out of bed completely; the sheets pool at her waist, but daisy doesn't bother to cover herself. he's seen it now, hasn't he? what's the point? ] I could go for hashbrowns, to be honest.

[ the perfect hangover cure-all. ]
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[personal profile] compsci 2019-10-28 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
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[personal profile] compsci 2019-11-12 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]