. . . yeah, you are. No, keep going, it's funny and cute. Oh, oh, oh . . . right. Maybe I should sit down and make a bunch of little hats for them instead. What do you think?
It's comforting, isn't it? And that thread count.. am I really talking linen right now? Uh.. uh.. anyway. The ducklings didn't want one. Maybe they're out there looking for some other costume instead.
Ward would either take it or throw them back, and she loved it every single time. )
Of course I do. I remember every single thing we ever did together. Especially all the times you protected me. You didn't . . . have to . . . I know you felt like you did. Anyway, sandwich.
You sure do . . . or that could've just been luck. Who knows?
( More teasing. After all, it was what 𝘴𝘩𝘦 was good at, though he'd always somehow made it easy for her. They were two opposite ends of the spectrum, but they couldn't have mingled better. Best part was, she knew -
No.. no.. Yes. But I caught it. See? I've still got it.
( Boy, the hot spray and the ice cold beer had really helped revitalise Ward. . . but what really perked him up was the absolute shift in their conversation. What had started out as uncertain was now light. Maybe even -
Ah, I see. Now that I think about it, yeah, you did seem pretty unaware. Of that, at least. I knew you had it in you when you let me sit down on the table for drinks, and you gave me the cutest smile I ever did see.
. . . what happened? Did you almost drop the bottle in there? Babe . . .
( Glass is slippery when wet, so she definitely wasn't surprised. Thank god for his fast reflexes, or else they probably would have had a bloody mess to clean up together──and definitely no cafe date. )
Very skilled. Very - 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.
( Of course the bottle chose that moment to slip through Ward's fingers, causing him to flip around and try to catch it. Lucky for him, he was as skilled as Daisy just teased him to be. )
Got it. I got it.
Uh... no, baby. You pulled it out of -
Did you decide I’d get to see that soft side when I was still your Rookie? Oh yeah, trust me, no one else could get those guys in line like you. As long as they’re not like 𝑚𝑒.
. . . right, yeah, I almost forgot you were a skilled multitasker. 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 . . .
( That last line was a mutter under her breath. It was funny and a little endearing, but she’d continue to tease him for it anyway. )
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I'm not not drinking in the shower. Two birds, one stone, am I right?
( His voice rang loud and clear back to Daisy. The beer in question was already half gone. )
Yeah. Well they do now. I'm doing them a favour. HQ agrees or I wouldn't be in the position I'm in... and only -
I'm not going anywhere . . . wait, don't tell me you're drinking in the shower, Ward. I saw that.
Oh, do they? If I were them I'd be terrified, not testing your patience. Back then, you barely took my antics well. That softer side of you came out like I knew it would eventually.
I'll try to be quicker. . . I'd rather spend time with you than the hot water.
( Though he was taking the beer with him. )
. . . They know exactly who I am. And now they know I'm everything they heard I was. Well. . . the trainer bits. Hey, me too. . . at least I never -
Enough for your typical half hour, my love. Oh yeah? Don’t they know who you are? They must’ve think you softened up or something, huh? Kinda glad I had you training me way back when and not now.
Oh you left me some? Thanks, baby. I won't be long. . . just need to wash the dust off. I ran the new recruit intake pretty hard today. . . couple of them think a smart mouth and a six-pack will keep them alive.