daisy, daisy, give me your answer true

whatever you say. Enjoy your junk food than.

All i’ve got at the moment is strawberries and apples. Your free to have some.

I'm back.

I'm back.

I'm back.

Wooooooo! Friday!

Someone’s excited for the weekend!

Wooooooo! Friday!

Someone's excited for the weekend!

The hallways are so empty.

I know. 's terrible.

He nods along as she goes off on a tangent, fishing his sketchbook out of his pocket. Pulling charcoal from another pocket, he flips to an empty page and writes, his hand shaking involuntarily. ”I can write a bit.” He underlines the “a bit” as he doesn’t want to communicate much - it took him some effort to do so. The lump in his throat is still present, and he tries his best to attempt and swallow it, looking to her sadly as she explained her own story.

Daisy watched as he pulled out a small pad of paper out of his pocket and proceeded to write on it. He emphasized his inability to communicate a lot, but she took what she could get. She chuckled at this. "Alright, this works, too. Most people just talk, but this works," she said jokingly, searching his face anxiously to see if she had somehow offended him. Once she was satisfied with his expression, she looked back down to the paper.

Someone’s hella confident. I’m Daisy.

You already know it, sweetheart. Mm. Daisy. Like the beautiful flower.

Flowers are only half as amazing as me.

Fancy yourself just as hot as the desert?

Well, shit. I’d say so. 

Someone's hella confident. I'm Daisy.

Kalahari. Like the desert?

Exactly like it. 

Fancy yourself just as hot as the desert?