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[morethan084]

[She figured he wasn't, but was now really the time to plan some sort of date? They had been out together on a few different occasions now and Daisy thought they might lead to something else without it having to be made into some huge deal. Apparently he wanted to go on an actual date.]

You might have to drag me out of bed if it's before noon, but, that could be nice.

[If he could handle to be around her like this, things might be better than she realized between them.]

Definitely a good thing.

[She's not sure if it's the sandwich making her stomach churn like that, or this conversation. Finishing her sandwich unsurprisingly quick, Daisy rolled the paper up into a ball and threw it into the trash can.]

Since you stole my shirt.

[He hadn't, but, Daisy reaches forward to grab hold of his abandoned sweater and put it over. She was cold and only had on a tank top.]

This is mine now.

[son_of_a_dreamer]

[ So bringing up the whole date thing right now mght've been a mad move, but it was one his mind. they're both casual, so maybe it can just be casual... or semi causal. Whatever. ]

...Drag you out of bed before noon? On a regular day?

[Oh man, his days start at like 4:45-5am. Yikes. But that doesn't even matter anymore cause she's in his sweater]

You can definitely keep it.

[morethan084]

[Don’t judge her just because you have the routine of an old man.]

What? I’m a night owl.

[She definitely felt a lot warmer now that she had something with actual sleeves on. Tucking her hands underneath the long sleeves, Daisy leaned back into him again. If he expected anything other than her mooching off of him and cuddling him, he was mistaken.]

Good, because I had no plan on ever giving it back.

wow sorry about all my typos lol

[son_of_a_dreamer]

[ Not an old man. A healthy adult who has a lot planned in their day (though he is not really an adult yet) ]

That's.... I don't even know what to say about that, Daisy.

[But he's too tired and full of lace and Hello Kitty to judge, so whatever]

Just as long as we're clear that I'm keeping your shirt, too.

I didn’t even notice. HAHHAAH

[morethan084]

You don’t have any room to judge me. Especially right now.

[Daisy picks up the hem of the shirt he was wearing, as if to remind him.]

I would be disappointed if you didn’t. I expect you to wear it on our date, just so you know.

[morethan084]

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give me a sec

[Yeah, she'd rather not have to replace the door again

Getting up from her bed, Daisy drags herself over to the front door and unlocks the dead bolt before pulling it open.

Hi Jessica. Your girlfriend looks like shit.]

Twenty six minutes. I guess you aren't that concerned.

[She's kidding obviously. Stepping away from the door, Daisy figures she'd like to see where she's going and puts on the small lamp by the door.]

[hardedged]

[ oh, she already knows. jess steps inside, brow furrowing from one glimpse of the other woman's demeanor. ]

Christ. You look like crap.

[ she's just saying what they're all thinking. holding out the plastic grocery bag, she offers it to daisy. hey, she not only brought tissues, but she brought soup. you better put a ring on it after all this, johnson. ]

[morethan084]

Gee thanks.

[Closing the door behind her, Daisy takes the bag from and looks inside when she notices there’s some weight to it. Pouting at how sweet that was, Daisy almost leans in to kiss before stopping herself.]

Thank you.

[As if Jess would let her put a ring on it. As if either of them are actually ready for that sort of thing. Taking the soup container out of the brown bag it had been wrapped in, Daisy moves over to the small table to take a seat.]

There’s some beer in the fridge, if you want some.

[hardedged]

[ the last thing she needs is to catch daisy's cold, so truthfully, it's a considerate gesture. still, jess licks her lips, huffing a breath at the missed opportunity. ]

Just beer?

[ she was hoping for a harder liquor. ]

[morethan084]

There's also juice.

[As if Daisy didn't know which she would ultimately choose. Using the spoon that came with the soup, Daisy took a testing sip of it. This was the first thing she's eaten today which was probably not a good thing, but she didn't have the energy to get up before now.]

Were you actually sleeping before I texted you?

[Somehow she doubted it because Jess often worked at night.]

[hardedged]

[ jessica visibly grimaces at the joke, fighting back the urge to roll her eyes. ugh, juice. she then steps forward, opening the refrigerator before grabbing a beer. ]

Take a guess.

[ jess remarks, a hint of amusement in her tone, as she heads over to the couch. ]

[morethan084]

[Well Daisy isn’t going to sit at the table alone, so she picks up her soup and moves to the other side of the small couch.]

I mean, I’m pretty convinced you’re like a...

Whatever animal is noctournal, that’s you.

[Shut up. She’s sick.]

You catch anyone in the act?

Hawkeye

[morethan084]

[It’s been about a week since Skye got the okay to move around the base without having to be watched every second of every day. How she arrived here was still a mystery to everyone but her, well, partially. She still doesn’t fully understand the details and the only people who could explain it to her weren’t here.

She’s been working with Radar and picked up pretty quickly with what he had taught her, it’s not like the technology was hard to follow. In fact, it was ancient in her eyes. Still, it gave her something to do while she tries to figure out how the hell to get back home.

Skye was in the mess hall, about half way done with her glass of ‘gin’. She was regretting saying yes to trying it, and it’s already hit her. Spotting Hawkeye enter, Skye pats the chair next to her.]

Long day?

[She’s pretty good at hiding her own emotions when she has to, at least she thinks she does. In reality she wears her heart on her sleeve, and she’s really been struggling since arriving here. Even if they can get her back to America, then what? She’s not born for another 30 something years.]

Re: Hawkeye

[benjaminfranklin]

[It's another long OR shift down and Hawkeye's still in his scrubs as he stumbles, zombie-like, into the mess tent. He's just poured himself a cup of coffee when he sees their resident tourist motioning for him to join and since he's dead on his feet he thinks he will.

Well, that and it's been a few days (two? Seven? Fourteen? He loses track) since she got here and he hasn't had a whole lot of time to catch up in between wounded.

He drops onto the seat a little heavier than he means to and leans on the table with a shrug]

I don't even know what a day is anymore.

[He glances sideways at her, taking a sip of his terrible coffee]

How's your stay? Getting bored of the pool yet?

[He knows this is no holiday for her, but jokes are how he copes and he likes to share]

[morethan084]

[Smiling sympathetically at him, Skye nudges her glass towards him.]

I think you need it more than I do.

[And considering she’s already feeling pretty tipsy, maybe it’s better that she stops now before she ends up so drunk she says something she shouldn’t.]

Ha.

[She wishes there was a pool here. Or internet. Especially internet. Resting her elbow on the table, Skye rests the side of her head in her palm as she looks at him. Her face feels hot and she knows it probably looks flushed, which is another reason she should stop drinking.]

You were right about the magazines, could barely get through them. Stole one from the guys when they weren’t looking. Way more interesting.

[benjaminfranklin]

[He eyes up the glass, then his coffee, then shrugs and tips some of it in. It doesn't really go with coffee the way whiskey does, but it doesn't exactly make it much worse either. He takes a sip and pulls a face, but then he takes another.

The magazine comment earns a raised eyebrow]

Now what's an upstanding young lady like you doing reading magazines like that?

[He's not serious, though he is a little surprised - and intrigued]

[morethan084]

Good, right?

[Skye asks, clearly being sarcastic. The gin is awful, but it's strong.

She goes to take another sip and smiles against the rim of the glass when he calls her 'upstanding'.]

For the same reason an upstanding young man such as yourself reads them?

[benjaminfranklin]

One of our finer vintages, absolutely.

[He swirls the cup around like a fine wine and takes another sip - a sip he nearly chokes on at her reply. Once his spluttering is under control he blinks at her]

Well I don't imagine it's quite the same reason...

[morethan084]

[Skye almost laughs at his reaction. She’s just tipsy enough to not care how she comes across.]

So you don’t look at them for the naked ladies?

[Cause that’s her reason for looking at them.]

Plus, the articles are interesting.

→ text.

[armeyets]

[ He'd gone months and months without settling into his apartment, somehow quietly resistant to letting it become a home, something permanent. The furniture situation is almost comedically sad. And the odds are likely Bucky would've let that go on as long as he could, just dragging his heels and living in this empty limbo — but Daisy had seen his apartment, and that had suddenly cracked open his awareness of what this looked like from the outside. From someone else's eyes. The self-consciousness of it, and knowing that something probably had to change.

And if it's gonna be difficult for them to carve out some alone time on the Bus with all her literal colleagues around, then maybe he's gonna have to spruce up his own home a bit.

Just, y'know. For reasons. ]

doing some home improvement. looks like shit, but at least i'm a bit more of an actual person, i guess. what do you think: +10 points as a functioning adult?

[morethan084]

[Any time she gets a text notification she’s always hoping it’s Bucky, and she gets this smile on her face that she didn’t realize was a thing until Jemma pointed it out.

She has to fight back laughter when he sends her a text with a picture of a bed.]

Wow.

...Is that just in the middle of your apartment?

[armeyets]

hey, it's not in the middle. it's by the back wall. people put beds against walls
...don't they?

[morethan084]

People usually have some kind of bed frame too, but, I guess I'll give you 9.5 points for trying.

What made you decide to finally get a bed?

[As if she doesn't have a clue as to why he could possibly want one.]

[armeyets]

[ If he could dead-eye stare at her in affectionate incredulity for that too-innocent question — as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth — then he would. She knows damn well. ]

realized that someone who literally lives on an actual, honest-to-god plane had a better bedroom setup than i did. decided i didn't want to be showed up like that

[morethan084]

I used to live in an old van, so, the plane is an upgrade.

Not all of us can afford apartments, show off.

Have you tested it out yet? Firm enough?

[🙃]