#chat:daisy

Daisy Duck had the best designs that Atta had ever seen, and she had been itching to own a custom dress since she had come onto the fashion scene. There had been no real occasion for it until her wedding, the only time a woman could demand whatever she wanted. At least, for Atta, she could command the few things she could control, including the food, the venue, and the dress she wore. All she could hope was that Daisy had a long turnaround time, and she made it clear that there was no rush on getting the dress prepared (Colin would have said otherwise, but he at least let her handle this part on her own). After multiple consultations, finding the smallest of faults in Daisy’s design to keep her timeline delayed, Atta felt terrible for being such a headache. “Oh, you had something in mind, I just know it. There wouldn’t have been an unless without one.” Besides, doing something for Daisy would take another day off of her working on the dress design, anyway, if that’s what it took. “I’ve been way too spoiled, are you kidding me? I just want this wedding to take a halt--I feel like everyone’s in such a rush to help me that I can’t even enjoy being engaged!” A lie that slipped right through the cracks, an easy one now that she was comfortable with telling them so easily. “You’re friends with Lilah, too, right? She’s helping me with all the documents. I’m going to have to treat the both of you, even together, if you’d prefer.”

Hey Daisy! Long time no see. It’s so cool that you’re here in town now so this means we’ve gotta hang out sometime soon. There’s so much to do around here, I think you’re gonna absolutely love it. How’ve you been now that you’ve succeeded saving the galaxy and all that fun stuff? 

@thatridley

Scamp hadn’t been entirely sure where to turn after his altercation with his father. He certainly couldn’t go to Hopper just yet, as that would be sealing the nail in Tristan Tramp’s own coffin, but he also didn’t want to overwhelm his mother by being around her while he cleaned himself up. Once Annette had come over, he’d told them that he needed to take care of something, and it was then that he made a straight beeline to Daisy’s. Knowing Lilah, she couldn’t have survived this long without at least one ally on her side, and he could only assume that Daisy might be one of them. If anything, his backup plan included denying that anything had happened at home and that this had simply been a product of a fight he’d gotten into with a drunk person, or something. It took one look at her, the horror in her eyes, for Scamp to know that his prediction had been correct about Daisy.

As she tended to his bruised hands, Scamp explained just what had happened a few hours before in his mother’s house, all the way back to the engagement party. Purposely, he left out anything that had transpired before that, though he hadn’t known whether Lilah had told her about his reappearance a few years ago. He couldn’t help but smile a bit at her insistence to help and get Tristan put away, though it wasn’t Scamp that she needed to convince, which brought him to the other, underlying reason why he’d come to see his mother’s best friend. “I don’t know how to convince her that something needs to be done. She can’t ignore this any more,” he agreed, figuring that between the two of them, they could come up with some sort of solution. “Do you think--would she kill me if I took matters ... kind of into my own hands?” Not that Lilah had any sort of romantic care for his father any longer, but he had to think that she at least held some spot in her heart for him if she didn’t want him put away. His next question was one Scamp wasn’t sure he wanted answered, but would reveal just how long his mother had been hiding this. “Has this been happening for a long time?”

Hans knew if anyone would be relieved to hear the news of his most recent ‘heartbreak’ it would be Daisy. Just the look in her devious eyes was confirmation enough to know that she was more than pleased to hear the news. Hans wasn’t going to hide the smirk on his face or the look of lustful desire in his eyes. He stepped closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her closer. “Her heart belonged to another, she was in love with someone else. It was...quite a bit of a blow to be honest. It’s fine though. I’ll be okay. Besides, I have you to distract me.” He smirked at her and leaned his lips close to her ear. “Like you said, I’m free as a bird and can have whatever I want. I know you want the same. I can tell by the look in your eyes.” He pressed a kiss to her neck, just under where he had whispered into her ear. “What do you say? Just me and you. No repercussions or bullshit. Just us.”

So I just finished talking with my niece on FaceTime and she’s talking nonstop about Star Wars now and wants to know where she can adopt a porg. And she also just said she wants to be a Jedi when she grows up. Got any advice for an adorable 7-year old? Hey! Welcome to town, Daisy. I’m Robbie.