[ it's easier than it should be, falling into step with him while they explore the room, and that may or may not be because bruce insisted they learned how to cooperate like this in case they were ever kidnapped. and yes, he was aware that donna could probably break any kind of chains or restraints said kidnappers could bind them with, but he said it was important anyway. it was easy to go along with it back then because it sort of felt like a game - she never imagined it would come in handy now.
meanwhile, she's decidedly not thinking about the last few moments she remembers from home, the feel of that heavy tower in her hands and the powerful shockwaves of energy that followed. a person- shouldn't wake up from that, shouldn't have to deal with the aftermath. but here she is, stuck in a giant t-shirt with the person she trusts more than anyone else, in a city that insists they need to have orgasms to peacefully live there.
"what the fuck" is the theme of the day.
she gives him a look when he tries the door because duh, of course it's that simple, but she waits for him to read off the notes on the clipboard without comment because yeah, she's absolutely interested in what they need to do to get out of this shirt as soon as possible.
of course, she's not expecting it to say that. ]
Seriously? [ she grabs the clipboard like she thinks maybe he misread it, and she just ends up giving it the same huff/eye roll combo she gives most inconvenient but otherwise harmless things that come into her life. goddamnit. goddamnit. ] Well, the first two are easy enough.
[ she turns to look at him as best as she can, which just makes her realize how damn close their faces are like this. goddamnit. ]
Your hair smells nice. New shampoo?
[ does boarderline sarcasm take away from it counting towards their tasks? damn ]
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[ it's easier than it should be, falling into step with him while they explore the room, and that may or may not be because bruce insisted they learned how to cooperate like this in case they were ever kidnapped. and yes, he was aware that donna could probably break any kind of chains or restraints said kidnappers could bind them with, but he said it was important anyway. it was easy to go along with it back then because it sort of felt like a game - she never imagined it would come in handy now.
meanwhile, she's decidedly not thinking about the last few moments she remembers from home, the feel of that heavy tower in her hands and the powerful shockwaves of energy that followed. a person- shouldn't wake up from that, shouldn't have to deal with the aftermath. but here she is, stuck in a giant t-shirt with the person she trusts more than anyone else, in a city that insists they need to have orgasms to peacefully live there.
"what the fuck" is the theme of the day.
she gives him a look when he tries the door because duh, of course it's that simple, but she waits for him to read off the notes on the clipboard without comment because yeah, she's absolutely interested in what they need to do to get out of this shirt as soon as possible.
of course, she's not expecting it to say that. ]
Seriously? [ she grabs the clipboard like she thinks maybe he misread it, and she just ends up giving it the same huff/eye roll combo she gives most inconvenient but otherwise harmless things that come into her life. goddamnit. goddamnit. ] Well, the first two are easy enough.
[ she turns to look at him as best as she can, which just makes her realize how damn close their faces are like this. goddamnit. ]
Your hair smells nice. New shampoo?
[ does boarderline sarcasm take away from it counting towards their tasks? damn ]