[ It shouldn't, but that scares him a little, the feeling of something whipping by him, even if it's just a couple of spoons and he saw her chest glow and he should have expected it, even if he didn't know what her schtick was. It frustrates him, which shows on his face as little more than a slight tightening of his jaw, just for a second, and then he makes himself relax. Stupid. ]
Nah. I ate mine on the way. [ A pause, in which it's extremely obvious that he's deciding whether or not to say something. Ah, fuck it. ] I know this guy at work back home... Long story, but I had to kinda bodyguard him for a day and he wanted ice cream for breakfast. Passed like five stores on the way to the one we went in, 'cause of the other ones not carryin' the brand he likes, one of 'em kept the ice box too cold, the supermarket delivery guy would let the ice cream sit on a pallet for too long 'fore he loaded it into the freezer so there'd be... [ He sucks in a breath and lets it out slow. ] Freezer burn. So you're far from the fussiest person I've ever bought ice cream for, congrats.
[ she wonders, idly, if that's a true story — or if it's something to talk about while he shoves down whatever knee-jerk reaction made his face contort a little as the spoons flew by his face.
she's neither a mind-reader nor a shrink, but daisy's spent enough time with soldiers to recognize when something innocent triggers an unwanted reaction. more importantly, she's learned not to point it out. instead, she simply shrugs, shifting her feet from the end of the couch to the coffee table and gesturing for him to sit. ]
Freezer burn's disgusting, for the record. Totally ruins the consistency.
[ she stabs at a small pile of cacao chips just beneath the surface, digging them out like the world's least delicate archaeologist. ]
So I'm not allowed to get off the couch for a week or my roommates are going to murder me, but hopefully you already know how to use a washer.
You're in luck, I do. [ All of his clothes right now would go in a dark wash, which is maybe depressing, but also very functional. ] I can't believe I now know multiple people who give a shit about the consistency of ice cream.
[ what is it with men and monochromatic wardrobes? live a little! ]
Freezer burn on anything is disgusting!
[ it is actually only because jyn convinced her that frozen meat was okay that she's willing to eat it now. they also eat through their stores before they get freezerburnt. ]
While you're in there, can you grab the watering can? It's on a hook!
[ or on the floor? honestly, daisy doesn't know. she doesn't go in the laundry room ever, but jyn would be happy if the plants got watered, so she's going to ask tim to do his butler-y duties and water them. ]
Anythin' else you want me to do, master? [ Tim asks dryly as he's dragging his bag of clothes in the direction of the laundry room. ] Don't answer that. How's your head, by the way?
It's — you know, I've been worse? [ been shot and left for dead. everything's relative. ] I could probably manage, but I've been threatened if I get off the couch.
[ He did ask. And he's gonna do it, too. He likes watering plants, always does it for his mom when he goes to visit, but he's not about to tell Daisy that. ]
Can I ask you a question about it, or would it make you uncomfortable? [ He dumps all his clothes into the washer, and since there aren't many he adds hers to the mix too, and then sets about watering the plants, taking it slow. ]
About my recent foray into brain surgery, or all the other stupid shit I've done in my life?
[ she does not sound particularly fussed either way. in truth, admitting she's a fuck-up who's lucky to be alive is kind of therapeutic. she should really consider actual therapy, though. ]
Okay. [ He pokes his head out of the laundry room. ] Okay. So I watched this documentary that said people have to be awake during brain surgery, so a) were you awake and b) if so, what the fuck does that even feel like?
[ there's a small shrug of her shoulders, but overall, her expression is much the same. ]
They knocked me out in the car ride over, and I woke up to the whole thing being done. I'm guessing whatever they did, they didn't need me conscious for it. Or they erased my memories, but that somehow seems worse.
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Nah. I ate mine on the way. [ A pause, in which it's extremely obvious that he's deciding whether or not to say something. Ah, fuck it. ] I know this guy at work back home... Long story, but I had to kinda bodyguard him for a day and he wanted ice cream for breakfast. Passed like five stores on the way to the one we went in, 'cause of the other ones not carryin' the brand he likes, one of 'em kept the ice box too cold, the supermarket delivery guy would let the ice cream sit on a pallet for too long 'fore he loaded it into the freezer so there'd be... [ He sucks in a breath and lets it out slow. ] Freezer burn. So you're far from the fussiest person I've ever bought ice cream for, congrats.
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she's neither a mind-reader nor a shrink, but daisy's spent enough time with soldiers to recognize when something innocent triggers an unwanted reaction. more importantly, she's learned not to point it out. instead, she simply shrugs, shifting her feet from the end of the couch to the coffee table and gesturing for him to sit. ]
Freezer burn's disgusting, for the record. Totally ruins the consistency.
[ she stabs at a small pile of cacao chips just beneath the surface, digging them out like the world's least delicate archaeologist. ]
So I'm not allowed to get off the couch for a week or my roommates are going to murder me, but hopefully you already know how to use a washer.
[ does daisy?? maybe. maybe not. ]
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Freezer burn on anything is disgusting!
[ it is actually only because jyn convinced her that frozen meat was okay that she's willing to eat it now. they also eat through their stores before they get freezerburnt. ]
While you're in there, can you grab the watering can? It's on a hook!
[ or on the floor? honestly, daisy doesn't know. she doesn't go in the laundry room ever, but jyn would be happy if the plants got watered, so she's going to ask tim to do his butler-y duties and water them. ]
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[ well? he asked. no takebacks. ]
It's — you know, I've been worse? [ been shot and left for dead. everything's relative. ] I could probably manage, but I've been threatened if I get off the couch.
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Can I ask you a question about it, or would it make you uncomfortable? [ He dumps all his clothes into the washer, and since there aren't many he adds hers to the mix too, and then sets about watering the plants, taking it slow. ]
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[ she does not sound particularly fussed either way. in truth, admitting she's a fuck-up who's lucky to be alive is kind of therapeutic. she should really consider actual therapy, though. ]
You can ask whatever you want.
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[ there's a small shrug of her shoulders, but overall, her expression is much the same. ]
They knocked me out in the car ride over, and I woke up to the whole thing being done. I'm guessing whatever they did, they didn't need me conscious for it. Or they erased my memories, but that somehow seems worse.