[ that explains the coldness of the sheets, at least. if the scene wasn't so sad — as so many scenes have felt these days, blue painting over everything in the loss of so many — she might be reassured by the stretch of skin dangled over the side of the tub.
daisy settles herself on the floor, the thin cotton fabric of her camisole serving as a barrier between bare back and the freezing porcelain of the tub; with a soft huff, she takes a swig from the bottle of red, half-empty and room temperature. better than nothing. god, she's tired of nothing. ]
How long have you been in here, [ not that she blames her. they're both just tired. emotionally, obviously; physically, too. daisy's spent the better part of eighteen hours on the ground, boots pounding into dirt scouring the city for survivors and those in need of help. ] Have you eaten anything?
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daisy settles herself on the floor, the thin cotton fabric of her camisole serving as a barrier between bare back and the freezing porcelain of the tub; with a soft huff, she takes a swig from the bottle of red, half-empty and room temperature. better than nothing. god, she's tired of nothing. ]
How long have you been in here, [ not that she blames her. they're both just tired. emotionally, obviously; physically, too. daisy's spent the better part of eighteen hours on the ground, boots pounding into dirt scouring the city for survivors and those in need of help. ] Have you eaten anything?
[ besides the chips. ]