[ 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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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. ]