[She appreciates the effort, good buddy. She laughs to herself, still in the shower as she wrings her hair out. God, she needed that.]
You've got more, do you? Hmm...
[She lets the pause linger until she's back in the living room, all clean and toweled off and, well, in a towel. Of the two sets of clothing she has here, one is soaked through with the blood and the other... eh. A towel is about par for the course when you're factoring fabric-to-skin ratios, anyway.
Oh, good, he drank the water. Or just poured it down the sink, maybe, but he's not wobbling as much as he was a few minutes ago. That'll do.]
One is probably that I don't call you "daddy", right?
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You've got more, do you? Hmm...
[She lets the pause linger until she's back in the living room, all clean and toweled off and, well, in a towel. Of the two sets of clothing she has here, one is soaked through with the blood and the other... eh. A towel is about par for the course when you're factoring fabric-to-skin ratios, anyway.
Oh, good, he drank the water. Or just poured it down the sink, maybe, but he's not wobbling as much as he was a few minutes ago. That'll do.]
One is probably that I don't call you "daddy", right?
[IT'S A JOKE.]