[ there's a beat in which daisy simply smiles, her gaze dropping down to the glass of wine in her hand, a slight flush blooming across her cheeks. she's not great with sincerity. compliments, sure; she can brag about her own skills, crack jokes about them, but there's something still so new about a sincere, genuine compliment from someone else that still catches her off-guard.
after a moment that feels too long, she huffs, clearing her throat, and takes a sip. ]
As long as you promise not to pull another caveman stunt and drag me home again. The security guy still gives me shit for that.
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after a moment that feels too long, she huffs, clearing her throat, and takes a sip. ]
As long as you promise not to pull another caveman stunt and drag me home again. The security guy still gives me shit for that.
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[ in other words, he was promising nothing. ]
Eat and then we'll go shower.
[ so domestic.
so terrible. ]