[ his laughter is bright and loud, contagious in its surprising volume; after a half-second of rapid blinking confusion, daisy's lost to her own fit of giggles, two hands covering most of her face as they overlap across her mouth to muffle the noise.
they're a right pair, aren't they? the memory of an episode of some baking show pops into her head, one only watched as the after-effect of a night spent babysitting a drunken girlfriend after too many shots at the bar. i'm well chuffed, i am! better than positively gutted, in any case.
and then, mouthing the words, she fucking loses it all over again, laughing so hard she thinks she might fall over. ]
God. [ she's still laughing. she's trying to get it together, but she's still laughing. ] I don't think we're even in the same book, to be totally honest with you.
[ there's just no way. ]
But, I mean. [ a breath, an attempt at Totally Casual Seriousness. ] If you're in the market for a heavenly handjob in the Good Place Tunnel of Love, we can probably work something out.
[ is she serious? or is she just trying to make his eyes pop out of their sockets? WHO KNOWS. it's a mystery. ]
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they're a right pair, aren't they? the memory of an episode of some baking show pops into her head, one only watched as the after-effect of a night spent babysitting a drunken girlfriend after too many shots at the bar. i'm well chuffed, i am! better than positively gutted, in any case.
and then, mouthing the words, she fucking loses it all over again, laughing so hard she thinks she might fall over. ]
God. [ she's still laughing. she's trying to get it together, but she's still laughing. ] I don't think we're even in the same book, to be totally honest with you.
[ there's just no way. ]
But, I mean. [ a breath, an attempt at Totally Casual Seriousness. ] If you're in the market for a heavenly handjob in the Good Place Tunnel of Love, we can probably work something out.
[ is she serious? or is she just trying to make his eyes pop out of their sockets? WHO KNOWS. it's a mystery. ]