[ she doesn't expect to be hugged. she's in the process of buttering toast to go with her morning cup of faux drip coffee when prompto's arms wrap pull her in for a snug hug that pulls the air from her lungs.
maybe it speaks to how comfortable daisy feels around prompto that she doesn't pull away at all. instead, she just tips her face, cheek pressing against his shirt, and squeezes back. ]
Thank you? [ uncertain as to exactly what's prompting this unexpected compliment, but still warmed by it. ] What's going on?
[ blame the fact that she's in love with a man who can't help but repress his emotions unless it's a crisis. she just assumes that's the case for everyone now. ]
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maybe it speaks to how comfortable daisy feels around prompto that she doesn't pull away at all. instead, she just tips her face, cheek pressing against his shirt, and squeezes back. ]
Thank you? [ uncertain as to exactly what's prompting this unexpected compliment, but still warmed by it. ] What's going on?
[ blame the fact that she's in love with a man who can't help but repress his emotions unless it's a crisis. she just assumes that's the case for everyone now. ]