( the words are sharp, quick; the syllables practically crack against her teeth as she spits them out, the sound rich with barely repressed laughter at her own joke. her fingers never quite still, either. they dance along the edges of record covers, skimming over exposed words and pictures as she contemplates which one to pull. there's a pile haphazardly stacked on one end of the row, seemingly forgotten; she'll have to go back for it before she moves on to the next.
eventually, though, daisy reaches a point in her inner monologue where she can stop, allowing her to look up at the man attempting conversation. which, in all fairness, isn't the worst view in the world, even if it does mean she has to crane her neck a little to get in all of him. )
Hello yourself — ( a bit of a squint as daisy leans forward to catch a better view of his nametag, and a bark of a laugh when she does. ) — Baby.
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( the words are sharp, quick; the syllables practically crack against her teeth as she spits them out, the sound rich with barely repressed laughter at her own joke. her fingers never quite still, either. they dance along the edges of record covers, skimming over exposed words and pictures as she contemplates which one to pull. there's a pile haphazardly stacked on one end of the row, seemingly forgotten; she'll have to go back for it before she moves on to the next.
eventually, though, daisy reaches a point in her inner monologue where she can stop, allowing her to look up at the man attempting conversation. which, in all fairness, isn't the worst view in the world, even if it does mean she has to crane her neck a little to get in all of him. )
Hello yourself — ( a bit of a squint as daisy leans forward to catch a better view of his nametag, and a bark of a laugh when she does. ) — Baby.
Let me guess: Killer was already taken?